"Greetings strangers, have a seat. Tell me your names and what wisdom do you see from the spirits or myself? "
The orc throws a sand like substance into the nearby fire to get it to rise for a moment in a flash of colors.
“Speak”…
(sorry buddy didn’t see the RP tag)
“Oh wise Shaman. I refuse to be at peace with the Alliance. Yet I have learned to tolerate them. Does this mean I becoming weak?”
Bows
“yes” the orc does not hesitate or even consult the spirits…
“But there are other things to do to strengthen yourself outside of fighting. Lift alot of rocks and become strong like the boulders.”
takes a few moments of quiet muttering… “As far as ive heard from the spirits. there is no shamans living in the Emerald Dream”
A quite large and dangerous undead warlock appears in front of you.
He wriggles his tongue.
He eyes the shaman. What is the fate of this realm?
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*puts on a blindfold, sliding over a bucket of water to himself. Torgrah dunks his own face into the water for a moment. Gasping for air he reaches for a nearby rock and puts it to his own ear. *
“Water Spirits says calm waters for a while. Earth spirits say carry a big boulder just in case.”
Taking of the blindfold, staring at the dangling tongue. Torgrah uses a small stick to poke the tongue.
“But… No matter about lands beyond here. Because here is home. Focus being the best … Humon-ish you can be. The more we try to control things beyond ourselves the bigger the chances it will just burn up in the fires of our ambitions…”
“NEXT!”
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Halgruf chuckles and looks around at his fellow Alliance then steps forward. He adjusts his beard then tucks it into his belt and speaks
“Aye. Wise shaman of tha Redwood Tribe. I seek an audience with ye.”
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goes to a hidden trap door and pulls out a keg out of cold storage. pouring out the the contents of Butterhoof Milk Stout into a hollowed out drinking horn, he hands it to the dwarf.
“speak”
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*Halgruf bows looking Torgrah squarely in the eyes. A smile creases his face as he takes the horn and downs the stout in one gulp.”
“Wise shaman. One truth that I have found at tha bottom of many a tankard is that control is an illusion. Are you suggestin’ it’s better tae find balance and learn tae live in peace and harmony with the elements and the inhabitants of Azeroth?
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“Balance yes…”
*having to think on himself, the past, the present and the possible future… Gazing deep into his thoughts and the spirit world. Plunging into timeless discussion with spirits both ancestral and elemental.
Talking to the earth and learning how every rock, pebble and boulder is different and so too are flesh beings…
Conversing with the wind, they talk about how they move where ever they want and structure of the rocks and mountains matters not to them…
Water spirit tells the shaman that all water is one till it feels it wants to fill in other places and separates from itself. But no matter the differences its all one…
Fure had not much to bring to the table as it litterally manifested a table so it could burn it. Fire just wants to exist as its life is short in the physical world and worrys little of others…
With the ancestors they bring images of control being that of influence, both direct and indirect. Chaos is that similar to what fire does, act on emotional need. To bring control to the physical is to do so for ones self and those who want to give away their control to someone else.
With that deep thought in that timeless space, he blinks again to see the dwarf still sitting there… He goes from a blank stare to a smile. *
“Yes… Balance is important”
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Halgruf reaches for the worn leather pack hanging at his side. He fumbles around, shuffling various momentos from his travels and produces a scrimshaw pipe. Carved runes adorning the pipe seem to glow ever so faintly as he offers it up to Torgrah. He smiles
“Aye. Balance.”
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