Conquest of the Horde

((Posts are going to be out of chronological order. If you want to read in order, just do a ctrl+f and search for one of the titles. Titles will be added as I go along.))

Legend:
On how Humans are full of Shit
The Disappearance of Corain
The little urchin
Ah'd Tap Dat
A Knife in the Wall
A bandit no more

Now since the Darkspear trolls joined the Horde, the youngest generation found themselves growing up immersed in a culture a bit different from their own. With the greenies as their neighbors, the youth had managed to pick up a few phrases, even from the contracting goblins. One of such goblin phrases was, "I'd tap that."


"Ah'd tap dat."

"Ah'd tap dat."

"You'd tap dat?"

"Ya, ah'd tap dat, mon."

This had been going on for a good ten or so minutes. The young whelps couldn't find anything better to do. The group was caught in the throes of puberty, and for once girls seemed to be anything but icky. So it came to the point, where they, indeed, would tap that. They found themselves pointing at one troll after another, most, if not all, were above their age and out of their league.

One after another would just stroll by, the trolls finding nothing more entertaining than telling their friends which lady they thought was the best, that was, until one of them found his wandering hand pointing to...

An orc.

"Ah'd tap dat."

"Wot?! Watchu mean chu'd tap dat?"

"Ah'd tap dat."

The other troll raised a brow at him, looking at him as if he grew a second set of tusks. The troll would shrug his shoulders in response, deciding to elaborate.

"Look, she be green, like ah troll, an' she 'as tusks, an' she 'as dose... dose, yanno."

He would bring his hands up and go down in an hour-glass motion. The others didn't seem so convinced.

"So chu sayin' chu'd tap dat?"

"Ya mon, ah'd really tap dat!"

"Really?"

"Ya, ah like dem wimminz small."

"Den go tap dat."

"... wot?"

Without any explanation he was shoved out of the group of whelps and in the direction of the orc. This was definitely outside of his comfort zone, but he felt like if he didn't do this he wouldn't get let back into the group. The young welp would eye his friends, lips curling around his tusks in a growl of agitation, before swallowing his pride and submitting to the peer pressure. He would swagger on over to the orc.

Carana felt rather bored and unfocused as she leaned against the hut of the troll village. Her mentor told her he had some unfinished business, and told her to wait there. It had been an hour or so, but she didn't feel like it was worth investigating. He was probably trying to get some booty before going to Booty Bay.

But then this troll came approaching her, the first to give notice to the fact that she was just standing around with nothing to do. And this guy, he was invading her bubble. He was leaning so close those tusks could barely touch her face... and for some reason she just wanted to punch the guy. But this was Sen'jin, and she was the guest here. She was pretty sure that her trainer wouldn't want her beating the shit out of young trolls.

"What is it?" the orc grunted, letting out a huff and causing a strand lock of hair to fly over to the side. Her muddy copper eyes scanned over the smug grin of the troll, waiting for some sort of response. But he was at loss for words; this was the first time he had tried to approach a woman.

".. ah, umm, ah was jus' wonderen' if ya'd like ta see tha wild side of trolls."

Or so he would have said, though he had a hard time stringing it together. Carana gave him the straightest face she could, so straight in fact a ruler couldn't make it any straighter. Her eyes narrowed and she lifted a hand, placing a finger tip onto one of his rounded tusks and pushing it back, causing the troll to lean and back up.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

"But, but gimme a chance?"

"No." she would glare daggers into him, going to turn away. The troll could hear the laughs coming from across the street. He wasn't going to let this go. As the orc went away he had to think fast, and he did. Of course, there's a difference between thinking fast and thinking well. In a split second he followed up behind her, and then went to

grab

her

WHAM!

In a split second the troll found himself losing the firm grip of her booty and face-full of orcish fist. Carana had sent the young troll reeling back and onto the ground with a nose-bleed. He was dumbfounded and stunned, but he managed to get back up, growling.

"Hey! Watcha punch me fo'!?"

"Look, punk." she said, "I'm going to let you off easy, but next time be careful which ass ya tap."

Her glare struck fear into the young whelp, and as soon as the boot was off him he would go cowering away, trying to hold back the faintest of whimpers. Carana would grin as she saw him join back into his group, scared. She would then shoot them the same glare, having a feeling that this was their practical joke. One could only imagine how one orc managed to cause a whole group of young trolls to run away, but she managed to. It was just then that someone tapped her shoulder, her mentor having just returned.

"Chu havin' fun?" he asked, stretching his arms, bringing one up into the air and leaning to the side.

"Took long enough." she grunted back, the troll grinning and patting her on the head.

"Don'tcha worry, we 'ave everyt'ing we need. Chu gonna like dis place." he said, lumbering ahead. With a sigh she would roll her eyes and travel on ahead, the two heading out from the village, and into the dusty, red landscape of Durotar.

Perhaps the greatest act against orcs that solidified their views against humans was internment. It was the time when they were all imprisoned, and slowly becoming passive and weak without the fel to drive them. Year after year the orcs in the different parts of the grounds had become used to the same faces, and same bland existence. It is hard to say then, whether or not Korchak and Corain were brought to mate out of love, or desperation, or even boredom.

Korchak was an unlikely orc, his strength didn't match the female he had tried to woo. However, the fact that they were forced to spend days, then months, then years together finally got to the point where intimacy was involved, and then ultimately, pity sex.

It was months later, about eight or so, that Carana had come to be.

The day was marked by screaming, a lot of screaming. Corain had been in hours of difficult labor, and it had come to the point where some human overseers thought it necessary to put an end to the racket. A doctor was grudgingly sent to assist in the delivery of the baby, though it was his unwilling nurse who had taken the brunt of the screams, the thrashing, and the near punch to the face.

The miracle of life nearly traumatized the human nurse, who with all considerations, was quite a trooper. The doctor himself was trying to apply whatever sedative or medicine was available to get the female orc to quiet. Meanwhile, Korchak was cowering in a corner, covering his eyes and shrinking away each time curses were flung his way by his dear Corain.

And finally, the screams died down, only to be replaced with the cries of a baby orc girl. The nurse was so jittery she nearly dropped the baby, but managed to wrap the kid up and give to the orcish father that practically terrified her. She would be quick to run away after, though the doctor lingered further, watching over the child.

"... the baby is rather small for an orc." he observed, crossing his arms behind his back and maintaining a rigid posture. Korchak took immediate notice, looking over to him.

"What you mean small? She just like any orc baby."

"And how many babies have you seen?"

"..."

"I believe she was delivered 'early.' Doesn't even look like she'll live." he said, the father gasping in response. He held the little infant towards him, and by now her cries had become a bit dull and weak. He had such a pained look on his face as he turned his head down to the baby, as if he had somehow hurt her, and would continue to cradle.

"I would give it... about three weeks, maybe a month." the doctor concluded, leaving the room. As he found the nurse the doctor spoke, making the off-handed remark, "I'm surprised they even let the rats breed."

As the doctor left there was a moment of quietness. The baby was breathing rapidly, before coughing up a bit of gunk, and then finally resumed its cries. Korchak immediately panicked, wiping away the gunk.

"Ah! Baby's crying! What do? What do?!" he said, heading over to Corain. She would have normally smacked him for something so dumb, but the chemical cocktail of sedatives and drugs left her in a rather 'good' mood. She would wave him over, holding out her arms.

"Just give 'er to me. Baby's hungry." she said, Korchak immediately following her orders. The orcish babe was handed over to her, and as she was fed the orc would sit down, rubbing his forehead.

"Doctor said our baby would die!" he told Corain, a look of anguish on the father's face. Corain would shake her head, holding the child close.

"The doctor is a human. Human's are full of shit." she told him, "They don't know how strong orcs be. Even the babies."

"You sure?"

The mother would nod to affirm, saying nothing more. She was exhausted, and just wanted to rest with her baby after having to deliver. Korchak would watch the two, the look of anguish fading away. He trusted Corain, she knew better than he did. Korchak was sure the baby would survive. As he sat back up he would head over to his mate, leaning in towards the baby, who with a full belly managed to calm down.

"What name should we give?"

"Was thinking Carana. Wise ancestor." Corain said, "Even if she isn't big, she could do good things."

"Yeah." Korchak nodded in agreement, "She'll be smart like her mum!"

The orc would nod in agreement, hoping that the child would inherit at least that. The three would remain inside that room for the rest of the day, both parents watching diligently over the baby Carana, looking for any stirring, and watching for any peep.

The two unlikely mates were now a family.

As each day passed in internment, the orcs waited and longed for their day of freedom. If it wasn't bad enough being imprisoned to the humans, there was also the lethargy that robbed them of their aggression, and their will to be free. Corain was no different from the other orcs.

But something happened. One day, Thrall had come to free the people, and for once Corain was able to raise an axe and fight for her clansmen. It was this that she had felt the lethargy slowly drift away. The she-orc had once again felt the blood lust, and the thrill of battle course through her.

And then something changed. The lethargy that had made her tolerant of the weak orcs around her, even her family, was gone. Aggressive and angry, Corain no longer wished to stay with the weak. With her back turned on her family, she would go out to fight for the Warsong, and was never seen again.

Some say she perished in battle. Others say she was hiding from the shame. Was it dishonorable to leave Korchak, or to even be with him to begin with? Still, the peon would to this very day maintain that if Corain could, she'd certainly be back with the family.

Korchak trailed behind the traveling group of orcs, having been recently freed. For Carana this was the first time she had a glimpse of the outside world, though it was not a thing she had celebrated. It was hard being a child in internment, but at least then she had a mother. A look of worry constantly reflected in her eyes, and all she could do was quietly hold on to her father's hand and follow behind.

Her father, however, held a lot more optimism than the child. The long years of imprisonment were finally over, and he had a feeling that Corain wasn't too lost. It had only been a few hours since the initial leaving. He did, however, notice Carana's worry. The father wasn't the brightest of orcs, but he knew when his daughter was sad.

"What's wrong? You not happy we leaving?" he asked, trying to get the small child to talk. She would immediately shake her head, biting her lip as she clutched to her chest, shrinking inwardly.

"Why that be?"

"I miss Mommy." she uttered quietly, rubbing one of her eyes and trying to gulp down that nervous knot in her throat.

"I miss 'er too. But she be back. She helping Thrall and them fight." he told her, "Maybe when we get on boats, you'll see her?"

"Maybe." she said. The band they followed was not that of the fighters, that was for sure. While all the orcs were destined to make the same journey over the sea, the group on land was somewhat fractured, not too greatly, however. Some groups just happened to be in front, and others in the back. Korchak and Carana were the ones in between the other journeying groups, in their own small segment.

With them were the other weak orcs. Most of them had been peons before internment. Korchak was one too, helping build in the second war. Her mother perhaps was with the other warriors then. Carana didn't know, she was just worried and sad. But her father's words were reassuring. She would squeeze his hand tighter, managing a nod. The look of worry eased some, though she didn't seem quite happy yet. Her family was fragmented even before she reached ten years old.

As they continued they would make it to the shores of Hillsbrad, the orcs bound west for Kalimdor. There would be a new life waiting there for Carana, one that would, unfortunately, be without her mother.

Not the usual routine. At least, it wasn't the same routine as before she met him. It was rather unusual how much the gladiator and the bandit hit off as good friends; something clicked, and Carana knew that he was the one for her. Not really a mate... but someone she could fight with, she could hang out with, and spend time with. In short, Hawk was her best friend.

That's no good...

Hawk's pad became the typical place for Carana to stay, other than the Gurubashi arena. It had food, it had shelter, and when he was around it had some good company. But tonight the house was empty, and strangely enough the orc was trusted enough to stay there without him. It was probably for the better anyways; she just hated the shack.

The bed was so cozy. For once she didn't have to roll around and wait for all the pains in her back to go away. The bandit would once sleep lightly, but now she could just curl up and let her body sink in. She would have drifted off to dreamland had it not been for a sudden-

Click!

Her eyes snapped open. She would sit up in the bed and squint through the dark room. The noise was light but someone was certainly trying to shimmy the lock. Who'd break into a gladiator's home? Very quietly she'd sink from under the covers, creeping to the corner of the room.

With a crack the door would open an a small flicker of light filtered into the door. As it fell upon the empty bed a dark form shifted in, cloaked under a veil. The orc gripped tightly to her dagger, holding her breath. Her heart pounded deeply in her chest, a bit from fear, and mostly from the pouring of adrenaline. Someone came in, and boy was she gonna wreck their shit.

The figure would rummage through, clearly searching for something. But it wouldn't be like that for long. Like a jungle cat she stalked behind him, ready to strike out to the prey. The blade was held so tightly her knuckles would turn lighter, and her palm started to tingle. And then the moment came; swift strike! The blade cut clean through the air, but no blood spilled. Instead, her blade split through a line of fabric.

“Sloppy.”

A hand took hold on the back of her head, gripping firmly into the roots of her hair. The orc thrashed about madly, blood pumping in the struggle to break free. Her fists swung and her legs kicked but the attacker did not relent. Jerking her body back, her path was guided through the room, before the momentum brought the wall to her face. Slumping against the wall she would fall down in a heap onto the floor.

The adrenaline faded, the rush slowing down. The thick beating that drowned out the world slowly faded and things became more crisp. She could hear other steps, she had to act now, whether it be fight or flight. This time Carana chose fight!

As the hand came to reach she would kick herself up, pressing her back to the wall and reaching into her vest. Daggers flew all around, some sinking into the wood, but she saw the shadows in the dark sink back. The darkness evened the field for them; none of them could blindfight. She could only hope that he was hit in her frenzy. Gripping onto her last two daggers she stabbed and struck into the veil of shadows, until suddenly...

BANG.

A goblin stood in the doorway. The foreman twirled his flintlock in the air before catching it again, blowing away the lingering smoke.

“You've been slacking.” he said with a grin, “Time to get back to work.”

As he placed the gun back on his holster he watched the bandit just stare. Her eyes dilated, a warm flow of blood trickling down her back. Everything felt heavy, the world crashing down all at once. Oh wait, that was the floor. Fortunately it seemed someone was there to pull her to the feet, and incidentally, out the door. The night would become silent, and the house still.

The place looked like it was ransacked. Furniture was toppled over. There were a few holes in the wall, and knives still embedded in. Blood on the floor, and a broken chair... Nothing was missing. No one wanted to steal from Hawk. They only wanted to reclaim what was rightfully theirs.

With little hint to what took her, all that remained was one of her daggers, upon the handle inscribed: Steelswick Cartel.

Few knew him by his alias, and even fewer knew him by his actual name, but for those that did, they knew it was no good to cross paths with the Roach'mon. They called him that because much like a roach, he went where he damned please, took what he want, ate what he enjoyed, and most of all, he was really fucking hard to kill. You could stomp him down and he'd get back up, but he was much more trouble than any pest could be, especially for Carana...

“Boar shank!” the young orc's voice chimed as she lifted her head up high, her chin just barely clearing the counter. At the young ripe age of eleven she had found herself settling into Orgrimmar life, though there was one problem: Korchak could barely feed the child. Fortunately the orc was crafty, and had a complete disregard for this thing her peers called honor. Pssh, honor wouldn't put food in her belly.

“Ah'right. That for here, or to go?” the gruff orc answered back, bending slightly over the counter to see the little orc. She would look down, and then glance back to the door.

“For here.”

“Right then.” he replied, ringing up an order. The runt of an orc would take a seat at one of the tables, waiting for her meal to come.

...

After some time passed she had her meal at the table. A giant leg of the boar laid there, the meat moist and dripping, the bread crumbs flaking off delicately. She would eye the big meat hungrily, but before she could start she would come back to the counter, looking up to the same bar tender. He would raise an eyebrow as the kid started shifting and dancing from one ankle to another, her face distorted in a frown.

“... out with it.” he told her.

“Do you know where the little girl's room is?” she asked, fidgeting again. The orc would roll his eyes, pointing to the door.

“Outside and around the corner.”

“Thank-you.” she said with a quick bow. The orc would just rub his temples, letting Carana go off. He would then glance back to the table, noticing something...

The board shank was gone!

“... is she gonna eat in the bathroom? Now that's just gross.” he said with a grunt, looking out, before something came to mind.

“Hey kid! Kid!” the big burly orc would run to the door, slamming it open. Carana nearly jumped, clutching the boar shank as she heard his voice.

“You forgot to pay for th- Hey!” he noticed her taking to a run, grumbling as he went to chase her through The Drag. It wasn't too long before some grunts noticed the young Carana as well, clutching to the shank and running past the street. They attempted to catch her, but Carana was quite slippery, and fast, and soon disappeared into the crowds, pushing her way through before skidding around a corner. She squeezed her way between some burly orcs, and used the thick crowds as a way to escape.

... it actually worked too.

Carana would take shelter behind one of the buildings, grinning at her new reward. The orc would ravenously devour at the shank, the meat stripped down to the very bone. She ate until her stomach was round and plump, before dropping down to the ground and laying on her back, staring up at the bit of blue sky that was not obscured by the canopies in The Drag. She felt so good, she could just doze off.

....

....

Zzz....

As her bleary eyes opened she noticed the sky turning red from sunset, and a shadow looming overhead. Rubbing her bleary eyes she would sit up and let out a yawn. The pangs of hunger were stifled for now, but she worried that she would need to find more food soon.

That was when she heard a rustle. The shadow above her began to move, and the young orc rolled out of the way as the form descended quickly to the ground with a thud, the dust kicked up and coating the ankles of a lithe troll. Carana sprang up and turned to run, but in a blur she found herself lifted from the ground by her neck and pushed up to a wall.

“Well, wot do we 'ave here?” he asked, “Chu some orphan kid?”

She would grit her teeth, trying to push him back by kicking at his stomach, though the troll was both unflinching and unmoving. He would tighten his grip, noticing a fierce look of anger in Carana's eyes. The orc was not as meek and meager as she made herself out to be. It intrigued Roach. He would await and answer, but only received a growl.

“.. so watcha be? C'mon, speak kid.”

“I have a father.” she barked back, “Now let me down.”

“Really? Who he be?”

“.. it's none of your business.” she grumbled back faintly, legs flailing at him.

“I t'ink it be. What's 'e gonna think when 'e hears that his kid be a thief?” he asked, the grip remaining steady. Her eyes narrowed at him, shaking her head.

“You think he'd believe you?”

“Well maybe 'e'd believe da guards.”

Carana fell silent, having a feeling that she was beat. How did he know? Was he spying on her? But why would a troll roof stalker go after a kid?

“So watcha gonna do?”

“.. I'm gonna kick your ass.” she said. By now the troll had loomed in so close that she tried to swing her fist for his face, but he would quickly pull back, immediately turning her down and pushing her to the ground, a foot on her back.

“Chu can't do a thing.”

“Let me go!” she said, scrambling to get out.

“Only if ya do somet'ing fo' me.”

“No!”

“Do ya really want me ta turn ya in?”

“... no!”

“Then watcha gonna do?”

“....”

Carana would just slump forward, letting out a huff.

“Fine... you win.”

With those words she could feel the weight coming off her back, the troll easing his foot off of her. Roach would then pull her up to her shoulders and set her down, giving the urchin an ever-so-patronized pat on the head. She would grumble, flattening out her ears as she suppressed another growl.

“So.. what do ya want?” she asked him.

“I want ya ta work fo' me.” he said, “Chu will like dat.”

“... fine.”

“We'll start in da mornin'. Don't try an' get outta it. I'll find ya if ya run away.” he said, ruffling her hair again. He had that smug look of confidence about him, and for good reason. Carana had no way to shake him off, he had her blackmailed, and she really couldn't do a thing about it. For once she would keep to her word.

What's the worse that could happen?

The foreman tried to make sure that Carana would never slack off again. Several days of deprivation made the orc weak. They always knew one thing that kept her obedient, and willing to take the risk; food. Each day she was chained and kept hungry, and try as she might they had her give up on trying to escape, and again she returned to the life of a bandit.

She needed a way out. She needed them to give up, to give up on her.

And she only knew one way...

Carana would approach the arena gate, the two pillars rising up along the tree canopy. She would keep low, and hidden, not wanting to be spotted by that one certain troll, Roach. Her master was now the one she had most abhorred, the one who manipulated and dragged her into this life, and it was his spying that would often keep her from getting close to her friends.

But she missed them. She missed Thragash, she even missed that clumsy dope Kapre, and it had been so long since she had an exhilarating spar with Mokaku. Soon, though, she would get to see them all again.

She held an envelope in front of her, holding the cloak tight over her arm. She approached the arena master, shifting her arms forward.

“For the gladiator, Hawk.” she said, “Would you give this to him?”

The goblin looked up, raising an eyebrow at the form huddled under the patched-up cloak. He would bite on the end of his cigar, shrugging.

“If he comes in, sure.” he said, “That all?”

Carana would let out a sigh, glad that the goblin didn't seem to want to heckle her into a service. Of course not everything came with some strings attached, even for goblins. She would look back out around the corner.

“Can I see the crocolisk pen?”

“Eh? Course, anyone can. Just don't mess with 'em.” he said. Carana would go to trail off, drifting like a phantom across the ground. The cloak draped over her shoulders, falling back slightly as it blew back in the wind, the orc pulling one sleeve back.

As she came upon the pen the crocolisks would lazily waddle about, one opening its reptilian eye to gaze at her, a film blinking over the glassy sphere. She reached into one of her pockets, pulling out a bloody chunk of meat. The scent would make the giant beast frisky, making it waddle over to the edge of the cage.

“.. I can't believe I'm about to do this.”

Carana would clutch the meat in her hand, leaning forward. She would instantly thrust it into the cage, all the crocolisks running over and starting to snap. Just as they got close she would hear his voice.

“Kech! Get yo hand outta there ya fock'n-”

SNAP

Carana found herself pulled two ways. Her master had his arms around her chest, trying to pull back. The crocolisk, well, he had her arm, its teeth puncturing into her skin. A few chunks would peel and tear back, causing her to let out a hellish scream. The teeth sank even deeper.

Roach would keep trying to pull out, but the crocolisk wouldn't let go without a fight. It yanked and thrashed its head, the orc's head slamming a few times against the wall of the cage. The struggle wasn't long, however. One barrel roll from the crocolisk, and it would go rolling across the ground, the arm popping off along with a spray of blood.

Both the troll and Carana tumbled back. By now the orc was nearly drained of her strength, and it almost felt like her life was drained too. Things were light, and hazey. The guards were also approaching quick at the scene.

Roach didn't know what to do. This was more attention than he had ever wanted, and being all garbed like a ninja didn't help either. He pulled up the small orc's body, dropping a quick smoke bomb and taking to the woods. Carana's last visions were the blur of the canopy, before everything faded into darkness.


.....


She left for Hawk at the arena, partially crinkled, and with these few words:

I'm coming home

-Carana




((If anyone wants, they could have heard about this event at the Gurubashi arena. Pretty much an orc was seen having lost her arm, and a troll made off with her.))