New Dominion (Warcraft)

I found the Citation!

World of Warcraft: Chronicle Volume 1. Chapter 3.

It is apparently stated there that the name Loa started as the Troll name for Wild God. This perhaps mutated over time to include all gods within the troll pantheon.

Though that book does include some changed lore you have already stated rejecting, and I do agree with those rejections (especially vis-a-vis the trolls predating the titan's arrival.)
 
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Please do not take my musings as gospel, or my claims as absolute recollections. >~<. My mind is rather choked by millions of words read including both fanon and canon, including things said or stated offhandedly by people within the Blizzard staff or WoW NPCs.

Interpretation is everything ^..^

As to the connection between Loa and Wild God, I do recall reading (I will try to find the citation) that the Loa and Wild-Gods are in some cases the literal same thing, with Loa being basically the troll name for things which the Night-Elves would later name as Wild Gods.

I found the Citation!

World of Warcraft: Chronicle Volume 1. Chapter 3.

It is apparently stated there that the name Loa started as the Troll name for Wild God. This perhaps mutated over time to include all gods within the troll pantheon.
Hmm, interesting, though I would note Chronicles is probably the most recent lore outside of the most recent expansions, when I talk old lore, I mean dusty stuff from old manuals over two decades old and the RPG books XD

Whatever the case, that mostly just seems to be dividing the pantheons up, but as I said, characters can be fallible, so its entirely possible for a Taunka to 'think' divine entities are informed by mortal mindsets, though I don't see his troll companion agreeing.
 
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Hmm, interesting, though I would note Chronicles is probably the most recent lore outside of the most recent expansions, when I talk old lore, I mean dust stuff from old manuals over two decades old and the RPG books XD

Whatever the case, that mostly just seems to be dividing the pantheons up, but as I said, characters can be fallible, so its entirely possible for a Taunka to 'think' divine entities are informed by mortal mindsets, though I don't see his troll companion agreeing.
Oh lord the RPG books. That sets my mind back a long time.


That said ye! Rizen's 'truth' will certainly be different to Jinzei's, and indeed far different to the reality of things. ^..^
He is a wise man, but he is no omniscient or infallible source. Most of his wisdom would come to analogies and stories, lacking the words or even concepts to truly and clearly put forward every facet of his (somewhat incorrect) inner thoughts.
 
What even is the difference fundamentally between Goldrinn and Shadra? Other than their worshipper base, and as much as Night Elf mains would like to disagree, I don't think there is one.

The only odd one out among the Wild God group I can think of is Aessina, who is the wisp goddess, and as far as I know wisps are exclusively Nelf spirits? Maybe she's like Zanza then? Don't think the timelines line up for that though.
 
What even is the difference fundamentally between Goldrinn and Shadra? Other than their worshipper base, and as much as Night Elf mains would like to disagree, I don't think there is one.

The only odd one out among the Wild God group I can think of is Aessina, who is the wisp goddess, and as far as I know wisps are exclusively Nelf spirits? Maybe she's like Zanza then? Don't think the timelines line up for that though.
Aessina and Wisps seem to be very much tied to nature and to the Night Elves of Elune (the tree worshipping kind), as they are explicitly stated to be Nature spirits and are potentially formed via night elf souls specifically, as they are the only ones whom take on a wisp form after death (in wow)

Take in mind that the switch from Arcane-obsessed night elves (think Aszhara or the Night Elves of Suramar) to Nature-focused Night Elves came far after their change from trolls to elves.

This gives lots of time for their beliefs and their thoughts on death to have shifted and changed, and this would likely explain why Trolls do not become wisps.
 
What even is the difference fundamentally between Goldrinn and Shadra? Other than their worshipper base, and as much as Night Elf mains would like to disagree, I don't think there is one.

Uhm Well Goldrinn is a Wolf God that is quite plainly and outright stated to be worshipped in many forms by many cultures and via many names, across many worlds. It is quite plainly and very outright said that Goldrinn was worshipped as Lo'Gosh by the Orcs of Draenor even before the Dark Portal's opening.

Shadra meanwhile is an Azeroth-specific Spider Loa, though perhaps they are worshipped elsewhere by other names too.
 
What even is the difference fundamentally between Goldrinn and Shadra? Other than their worshipper base, and as much as Night Elf mains would like to disagree, I don't think there is one.

The only odd one out among the Wild God group I can think of is Aessina, who is the wisp goddess, and as far as I know wisps are exclusively Nelf spirits? Maybe she's like Zanza then? Don't think the timelines line up for that though.
That's a tricky question as based on different era's of WOW and world building I'd be able to give you different answers, and then there's the "Blizzard" answers, VS "The conclusions I reached cos I proffered this interpretation" answers, which are themselves malleable.

As matters stand, I'd basically say that the distinction is largely in politics and function; in terms of pure nature there is not a significant different between the Wild Gods and Loa, not even the fact some Loa deal in none natural magics means anything because Avania did arcane magic, as did Elune.

So broadly speaking, its likely down to a matter of pantheon, territories, followers and broad strokes ideology.

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Huh, looking at the RPG description of the Wisp, one could actually see a lot of similarities between this and my ideas about manufactured spirits among the Drakkari. Of course WC3 implied they might be NE ghosts which WOW leaned on to some extent but never properly explained and then Aessina further complicates matters.
 
Uhm Well Goldrinn is a Wolf God that is quite plainly and outright stated to be worshipped in many forms by many cultures and via many names, across many worlds. It is quite plainly and very outright said that Goldrinn was worshipped as Lo'Gosh by the Orcs of Draenor even before the Dark Portal's opening.

Shadra meanwhile is an Azeroth-specific Spider Loa, though perhaps they are worshipped elsewhere by other names too.
See, I thought the whole, Lo'Gosh thing was an oddly out of place name for the Orcs to give him after living in Azeroth for 1 generation. Didn't know he was multi-planetary. Makes me wonder what that wolf spirit of Terrokar you appease in TBC was in relation(assuming no retcon)
 
See, I thought the whole, Lo'Gosh thing was an oddly out of place name for the Orcs to give him after living in Azeroth for 1 generation. Didn't know he was multi-planetary. Makes me wonder what that wolf spirit of Terrokar you appease in TBC was in relation(assuming no retcon)

Maybe it's literally Goldrinn/Lo'Gosh's kid? I mean other Wild Gods have had confirmed children, somehow. Like Ursoc. XD
 
See, I thought the whole, Lo'Gosh thing was an oddly out of place name for the Orcs to give him after living in Azeroth for 1 generation. Didn't know he was multi-planetary. Makes me wonder what that wolf spirit of Terrokar you appease in TBC was in relation(assuming no retcon)
In this context Lo'Gosh would potentially be akin to Zhim'Ruk or Hakkar, an interplanetary deity that has worshippers all over.

Aside, if I had to explain Wisps I'd do it like this:

When a Night Elf truly dies, their spirit is divided by Elune, into one half soul and one half essence, the soul is taken to the afterlife as a pure entity, while the essence (OR ectoplasms as a Gnome might call it) remains behind and is molded into a Wisp, a simple minded creature with an instinctive understanding of nature and Night Elven commands, that lives to protect nature and follow Night Elven instructions.

The essence of whatever is sacrificed is basically what Loa eat, as opposed to the soul itself, Hakkar's title of Soulflayer is rooted in his penchant for ripping apart the souls of those sacrifice to him seeking more to devour.
 
I'm now so tempted to have the omake just be Rizen drunkenly rambling about Gods, Spirits and Loa while Jinzei slowly passes out, swaddling herself against the cold using the druid's giant bear-fur cloak.
 
The Invasion of Rohk'aka Part 3 - The Duel of Frost and Light - 1
The Invasion of Rohk'aka Part 3
The Duel of Frost and Light Part 1

The first battles were done and now that the coastal enemies military might had been broken, came the much harder part.

Holding the enemy territory.

With this in mind, Malakk had called a meeting of his advisors at North-port, the central hub of their invasion and thus the easiest place to dictate from while their fleet was busy collecting reinforcements and patrolling the coasts.

The buildings were too small to comfortably host a proper meeting of his advisors, even smaller Drakarki couldn't fit through the doors, let alone Malakk.

Thus, they spoke outside town, in breezes that would have been deemed warm in Zul'Drak, as they looked upon the grassy planes, slick with recent rain, that expanded for kilometers on end.

A small human of advanced years, with a trim beard and blue tinged robes hovered alongside them looking nervous to say the least.

Tapping a piece of parchment, Malakk nodded to the man, "With the city and surrounding lands claimed we have been able to expand our reach to the outer farms, and if I read this right, another internment camp. Is that correct?"

The magistrate nodded quickly, "Y- Yes, Frost King Malakk," The title coming awkwardly from his mouth. "Besides taxes we have little to do with the places if I am being honest."

"That is good, Magistrate Bal, given the deplorable state we found things in," Malakk mused.

He glanced at Gal'Darah who saluted and bowed low, "Our acolytes find most of the orcs lethargic and ill, yet not sick. The younger one's seem resilient and a few elders have been stirred by our arrival but only so many."

Gal'Darah clicked his tongue, "We have some ideas as to what it might be, the Loa whisper of tainted blood to us but it is vague. As of now, we've no mind of how to fix it or much motive."

Malakk huffed, "We'll see, unseemly as the camp was, I am not impressed with what I heard of them."

"They are monster, your uh, grace; mindless monsters. If they had attacked us no one would be alive except to be tortured and devoured." The magistrate, stilled and paled.

"Calm, you and yours are not about to be eaten or sacrificed or any such things," Malakk said dismissively. He then arched his brow and added, "We thank you for your cooperation with this, magistrate. With your surrender making it official and records opened we were able to round up any remaining weapons."

There had been more than a few fights in that effort, and a smattering of frightful rebellions and would be assassinations, all quashed quickly. The sheer disparity in everything from size, to magic and arms ensured that. Suffice to say, it had been unseemly, but necessary work.

Malakk dismissed thought thoughts and returned to the present with a click of his tongue and said. "I assure you the curfew will end soon. But for now, tell me, how are the people adapting?"

Bal shrugged, "Um, skittish, your grace? Occupation tends to make one nervous," He chuckled without humor.

"Hmm, that may be a problem if they don't till their fields and the like, I don't want everyone starving under my watch."

He waved for a scribe, and a red-robed Wolvar stepped forward and bowed, "Raq'fah is honored to serve."

Malakk nodded and said, "Take them with you and gather an inventory so we can see how best to deal with this matter while the townsfolk grow 'accustomed' to the situation."

Bal bowed hastily, "Of course, at ah, once." Before awkwardly gesturing for the young scribe to follow him back into the city.

"With that done, is there anything else I should be made aware of before we continue?"

Moorabi patted his daggers from his cushion on the ground and whistled, "The streets are still a mess from all the fighting, and with everyone staying home the whole place is starting to look and smell a wreck. The running water is also…" He shrugged, "I don't like it.

Groaning he waved, "Let us put how to deal with that away for now and just have some Water Binders clean the streets twice a day. Moving on."

Miorabi chuckled, "What no sauna?"

Malakk snorted, "In this heat?"

That was when the Amani War Priest, Hala-Zhi, spoke up with a feline line hiss of amusement. "If you think this is warm, you poor Drakkari shall melt in the summer-time."

"Thus we invade in the winter, a wise decision on his majesties part," Gal'Darah intoned."

Malakk looked passed his Grand Prophet and to the bulky sky rider chieftain, saying, "Heb'jin, I was impressed with your performance. The Agamand Hills fell easily, with no losses on your end."

The troll bowed but a frown marred his features, "Would that I could boast about this, but there was little challenge. Soldiers did not know we have aerial forces and so charged into danger with no defense and scattered easily."

He traced along the map. "Once we reached the farmlands above, all that opposed us were farmers with no training, goaded into fighting by the heads of their great families." He slapped a fist against his palm "the moment we blew out their 'nobles', most surrendered or fled."

"Whatever the case you performed well," Malakk said, clapping him on the shoulder. "For now, focus on patrols and message running, but keep a reserve force ready for deployment in case of a surprise attack."

The Chieftain saluted, "As you command, Frost King Malakk!"

Nodding, he turned to the rest of his advisors and waved a scroll, "The Juj'tulak tell me that even with the local lumber the project may not be finished in time to siege the capital. In this we will need to make use of cannons, spell and larger beasts."

His gaze fell upon Gal'Darah and the mounted Legionary Chieftains.

The Grand Prophet flung himself to the ground, tusks touching the dirt, "Frost King Malakk, I can offer no excuse for the loss of half my legion in that battle, I-"

"This was not our fault!" A Chieftain cut in, one Krol'Ton, "We were not told of how dangerous these knights were!"

Gal'Darah hissed, "Do not blame the Great Mother and Amani for our failures."

Hala-Zhi hissed, while Arctikus tapped the table, harshly, and spoke without prompting. "We told you of this well and how to overcome them! Use Shaman and spirit callers to turn their mounts against them!"

Krol'Ton retorted, "That only would work for ambushes," Then he went very, very quiet.

Gal'Darah looked to the Frostmane who's expression could be described as 'pinched' or perhaps, 'painfully furious' while Hala-Zhi's claws pressed into their arms. The Grand Prophet finally spoke, "That advice was not merely for unsuspecting riders?"

Malakk wanted to grab someone and shake them, or maybe scream into a large, cavernous hall as the Great Mother answered.

"Of course not. My tribe too great advantage of this weakness whenever we could," she practically hissed.

Hala-Zhi, let out a low rasping noise and spoke through the leather lynx helm, clearly and sharply. "Only the Wildhammer have the wit or awareness of spirits to ward against a true master of the elemental arts."

Hala'Zhi rolled their shoulders, leather lynx-head helmet moving as if a part of them. "The elves accursed ward stones can interfere as well, they do not share their secrets lightly."

Krol'Ton looked like he wished the ground would swallow him up and Gal'Darah ducked his head, "I offer no excuse, we presumed too much and-

"Enough," Malakk snapped, drawing the Grand Prophet to his feet with his gaze alone. "Were this a normal and familiar battle I would have stripped you of command and your rank for such a blunder."

"However," he stressed at the trolls stricken appearances. "It is clear many missed this crucial detail. What is more, rhino's and mammoth may be stronger than their horses, but the Alliance cavalry's speed and maneuverability is greater than expected."

He clapped his hand against the map table with a resounding thud. "I want you all to go over everything we know and experienced in this battle with divine precision and adjust our strategies accordingly."

Seeing Gal'Darah waiting for the other foot to drop he said, "That is all. Now we move on to preparing for their inevitable counterattack, I'll not rush in to assaulting their capital until the numbers are shored up so we must be ready to hold out for a time."

Hala'Zhi tapped the table, "In this I think trenches may aid you, so the Alliance armies cannot march in a lockstep legion."

Arctikus nodded, adding, "Their armies are disciplined, but less adaptive than some; this will also disrupt their mounts, but less so ours."

Moorabi clicked his tongue, "I think we can use mammoth in place of siege weapons and use the rhino for line breaking, and I have some Taunka, who are game to unleash some bound spirits. Storm support perhaps?"

Malakk mused on their words and gestured grandly across the planes, "Should we not also lay cannons and spear launchers behind trenches?"

Several murmurs of assent filled the air, though Slad'Ran tapped the table and was rewarded with a motion to speak.

"We may wish to spread them out, divide and conquer, storms, linebreakers, cannons and more can overwhelm the enemy force."

"You all speak wisely," Malakk offered, a palm against his chest he added. "I shall be overseeing our defenses here with Hala-Zhi and a council of chiefs. Unless otherwise ordered..."

His gaze flickered across each advisor intern, "Gal'Darah, you and Slad'Ran will see to the defenses of the Monastery. Great Mother Arctikus, I would have you join Heb'jin and take your Frostmane contingent to oversee the Agamand Hills as you both see fit, and use the land to your advantage."

His gaze fell upon each of his followers, his words heavy, "Array your soldiers to best guard their lives, lay traps and spells, conjure the spirits who have gone so long unheeded, but above all, be ready."

"The Alliance will be marching upon us soon enough."


A chill wind wafted across the vast planes of Tirisfal Glades and Uther found himself tuning out the sound of his resting army behind to just watch the sunset, hands clasped behind his back.

In the distance he knew, just out of his site was where a battle would soon take place; lovely fields would be stricken with blood as lives were cut short and he was to ensure that his side did more of the killing.

'War is not evil when undertaken for a just cause, this is a mere execution of duty that more bloodshed may be spared,' He reminded himself, as he did before any and every battle.

Uther was drawn from his musing at the sound of a familiar set of footsteps, accompanied by a splash of golden hair and shining blue eyes, Mehlar Dawnblade, his first apprentice and now fellow a Paladin.

Mehlar came to a stop at his side, long eyebrows twitching as he surveyed the vista and murmured, "This is a good place for it, Brightwater Lake at our side and vast planes before us. I am certain you will lead us to victory."

Uther offered a faint smile, "Your confidence warms my heart brother, and perhaps I will, but I would rather not have to fight at all."

The elven man frowned, "I take it that is why you sent those knights ahead? I must warn you; trolls do not see us as deserving of etiquette, this may fair no better than honored Lothar's efforts with the Orcs."

"Nevertheless, we must try. I would have gone myself," he began.

"But we would have piled atop you to hold you back," Mehlar smirked.

"Sadly so."

They hung in quiet, contemplative silence for a time, before Mehlar spoke up again, his tone stilted, "Will you not be asking my thoughts on how these trolls circumnavigated Quel'Thalas to strike Lordaeron by surprise?"

Uther shrugged, "I would no more ask you for knowledge you could not possess than I would ask Balor the Bright of the goings on in Kul'Tiras."

Mehlar chuckled, "You would be the first."

"Have there been problems in the ranks?" His tone turned sharp as he cast a glance back at his troops.

Mehlar waved him off, "Nothing too serious, just irksome, though I confess my own confusion as to how this could have happened. My people have rarely been inclined towards the sea in great numbers, but the fleet we have is top of the line and should have noticed something."

A grimace flashed on his handsome features, "I fear they may have been maliciously negligent, but to say so would be… Impolitic, if word of it returned home."

Uther hummed, "I do not envy your position my friend, though perhaps there was no malice and these trolls are simply skillful sailors?"

Mehlar failed to restrain a scoff, "I would doubt it, though I take it you have some concerns and that is why you left the prince at the palace?"

Uther nodded, "Even if this is not a great or terrible battle, I would not want Arthas to experience bloodshed so early into his life as a Paladin."

"I suppose, though I am unsure we should fear so much, no trolls possess the numbers or skills to match the might of the Alliance," the elf said dispassionately, as if by wrote.

"Perhaps, though I would remind you we do not even have the full army of Lordaeron at our back; and while the volunteers from Brill and Dalaran are brave and welcome."

"They are still far from the armies of the Second War," Mehlar finished for him. "I know, but even still, I cannot imagine this to be a long battle."

"Who is to say it is but one battle and not the beginnings of a war?" Uther asked, gesturing to the mountains in the distance. "They have claimed two mountainous regions, one incredibly difficult to march an army into when it is prepared for a siege and the other rife with farms and their people."

He gestured towards the planes, "They hold the coast as well and have apparently secured an internment camp or two, as well as other settlements. Were they fighting like raiders or the Horde they would have pillaged the land and moved on, allowing us to fall upon them from many directions."

Uther folded his arms, "Here though, they are ready and waiting for us. We cannot divide our army into three. Seventy thousand brave and true we may have, but divide that across three fronts, with divided commanders, multiple supply chains and more…"

He shook his head, "Whoever is leading these trolls knows warfare and they are ready to dig in their heels and make us bleed for every step."

"I see, that is concerning," Mehlar offered, still not sounding entirely convinced, "I suppose I have much to learn in the ways of large-scale warfare."

"Hopefully, this will be your last chance, still though…" He mused, hand running across his beard, "Still, I feel something is strange. If smart enough to force us to either divide our forces or face rear line raids, surely they would know we could try and starve them out."

"Maybe that is why the reports hinted they did not slaughter and burn the city, they want hostages perhaps, to lure us in?" Mehlar suggested.

"Perhaps, the reports from the escapees have been… Confusing at best."

Armor that repelled the Light, ships that loomed over juggernauts, strange and varied armor and magics in vast numbers not normally seen among the scattered forest tribes who were meant to be the most numerous of the species.

"Look there, brother, some good news at least!" Mehlar cheered.

Uther squinted into the distance as two shadows appeared, and he smiled in relief at the sight of his knights racing into view, not a wound upon them!

'Thank the Light!' He thought, even as he kept his expression carefully restrained, if pleased, as he and Mehlar moved out to meet with the steel adorned riders, their presence driving the duo to a halt.

"Hail, General, we come bearing news from North Port."

"What is the state of the people?" He asked before anything else.

The two knights glanced to one another and then faced him properly again as they seemed to mull over the words.

Finally, the larger of the two spoke, "Holding well as far as we could see, no signs of slave labor or mutilated sacrifices. There is a curfew in effect and many felled in battle, but the city and her people seem otherwise untouched."

"According to the trolls' leaders and the magistrate," The smaller piped in sounding irritated at the mere mention of both, "The dead soldiers had their ashes returned to their families."

Mehlar frowned, tugging at one of his eyebrows, "This is rather uncharacteristic, I would go as far to say damn near fanciful."

"I thought the same lord Paladin, but our eyes do not lie," answered the smaller one.

The larger of the two pulled out a scroll and offered it to Uther. "Their leader, one calling himself Frost King Malakk has agreed to meet with you at the heart of the fields between our camps and claimed territories. Escorts are permitted but only a handful, watchers may be present but at a distance."

Unfurling the scroll and seeing much the same outlined in a rather strange but easily legible Lordonean.

"Do you intend to go, brother?" Mehlar asked.

"Honor demands no less my friends, but fear not, I will prepare for an ambush, on the chance that they have no honor," he said, passing the scroll to his knights and motioning them back to camp.

"That would be wisest," Mehlar murmured at his side as they trekked back to the array of tents and sparking steel that was the war camp.

'Wise, but hopefully unnecessary,' he thought, hoping against hope they could end this tomorrow with words and not with bloodshed.

But he would just have to see what the morning brought.


Malakk wanted to be on hand to mediate and organize if need be and thus he had taken to a royal yurt outside North Port. His was one among the many tents as Drakkari spread across the glades, using crystals and magic for light in place of fire.

He was not alone however, even inside the round, angled assembly of steam bent wood and fine wool.

Seated on the opposite side of the yurt to himself, the sole central post of dark metal separating them was Moorabi.

The lean troll sat upon a woven pillow of elegant purple and whites, sharpening his daggers. He was ignoring the plate of food and drink at the center and Malakk himself as he Frost King feigned flicking through some assorted reports.

Sighing he filed his work away in a shelf and said, "Speak your mind old friend. You are glaring a hole in my head and I do not now whether you wish to fight me or have me take you to bed." It was an weak jest for many reasons.

Moorabi snorted, "Are we still friends, my king?"

Malakk sighed, "You do not want me to meet with the Paladin." Malakk dropped down onto his large, round bed, the blue linen wrinkling beneath his weigh.

Moorabi's retort was cold and quick, "They killed Malaka'raz, you promised us an honor-less war, you swore to bring him justice." Moorabi's hands twitched and he dropped his glowing daggers, "Now we fight alongside Nerubians and speak with the humans generals?"

Malakk moved to return his friends daggers, but before he could finish reaching for them, Moorabi snatched them up an holstered them, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Rocking back on his feet, Malakk dropped down to the carpeted floor and looked to the pale blue ceiling.

"I did swear vengeance, I swore a blood oath, Moorabi; those responsible will die. It is not a matter of debate. It will happen."

Moorabi clicked his tongue, "Then why debate with the paladin, when it only puts you at risk?"

"Because I also promised my people peace and prosperity when I took the crown," Malakk said firmly. "I owe it to them, to the children we were to conduct myself with honor and seek a way out of the bloodshed, while still doing my duties."

Moorabi sighed and hung his head, "Another reason to tolerate the spiders," He scratched at his ribs, like something was skittering along his skin.

"We'd kill the one who hurt you a thousand more times, if I thought it would bring you peace, Moorabi."

Moorabi snorted, "You're not that cold. It is why I like you, even if it irks me at times." He ran a hand through white locks and stretched. "I will be accompanying you tomorrow, to be sure there is no sneaky business."

Malakk grinned, "I would have it no other way, Moorabi."


Neither could truly say what they had expected.

A cunningly cloaked party of murderous ambushers?

A hulking monster of a warlord bedecked in bones?

When in fact the truth felt both more mundane and stranger for it.

Uther had little idea what to expect of these Drakkari - Ice Trolls, but a towering, muscular warrior had been prepared for. What wasn't, was the ornately layered robe in rich royal blues, with golden ornamentation and white trim. The troll was waiting patiently, hands clasped behind its back, strange, angular face hinting at a sort of pensive intrigue.

Malakk had little experience with humans, for all his travels and recent fighting, he did not have a true image of his foe in mind. But if asked, he would say the Paladin before him might just be perfect, for all that he did not resemble the Frostmane's brutal tales of faceless tin soldiers. A strong frame, unbowed by age or weakness, with brown locks fading to white and a stern expression that belied the hope they must hold in their heart.

The leaders stood, across from one another on the grassy planes, each bedecked in martial finery of their nations. The wind was weaving through the grass as clouds swirled overhead.

Their twin escorts stepped away as the pair finally came face to face.

Uther had fought many foes, across many fields of battle, he was not intimidated by size alone. But it was hard to deny, few he had faced managed to convey their greater frame than the troll before him, Ogres were clumsy and oafish, while forest trolls were too skittish and dragons too wild or too ponderous. But the Drakkari's stern manner and obvious discipline, gave the impression of looming statues.

Malakk knew size wasn't everything, for all that his own large frame and tusks helped give him mystic. Still, often-times it was easy to forget that fact, when conversing with traders and farmers. Uther however was a stark reminder all on his own. He bore militant manner of a man who had seen war like few others and passed through the crucible unbent and unbroken. When he spoke, his voice conveyed no hint of nerves other than steel.

"I am heartened you agreed to meet with me, Frost King Malakk, and though I am saddened it took bloodshed to bring us together, it is my hope we can end the killing here."

Malakk's smile was a small, flickering thing, but it was there as he answered.

"It is not by ambition or greed I come to your shores, noble Paladin, but grim necessity. Still, a part of me does hope something can come from this meeting."

Uther arched his brow and said, "I am afraid you will have to tell me your motives, for I can think of no grievance between our people's."

Malakk's orange eyes blazed for but a moment before he answered. "Some years ago, your Alliance drove my cousins and kin, the Frostmane from their home in the Southern Mountains. They fled North, seeking aid and relief."

Uther's brow was arched, "If I may, that land has been Ironforge sovereignty for centuries."

"And it was of the Frostmane nation for millennia before that," Malakk countered, before pressing on. "Still, I had hope we could reach an understanding. But when I sent to you my friend, my Speaker and voice, Malaka'Raz. He was imprisoned, he was 'interrogated and killed in a cage."

Malakk's voice did not rise, he did not snarl, but the sibilant, angry hiss escaping his lips could have sliced through stone.

Uther's mind was not frantic, he was too ordered for such a thing, faint memories of minutia coming to the forefront as if from the appendix of a book.

"I remember this," He murmured, hand stroking along his beard.

"But you had no hand in it," Malakk said bluntly. "You would not have been the type willing to come before me honorably if you had overseen such a vile act."

Uther's brow knitted together, "Circumstances beyond my lieges control and past experience with your 'cousins' gave little time for consideration."

Malakk let out a low huff, "Excuses, a king is king or he is not and in either case, one who has committed crimes must be made to answer for them. As Frost King, it is my duty to see justice done and the scale between us balanced."

A howling wind passed between them, their weapons remained sheathed and their words calm.

Yet it seemed both could sense what was coming.

"I can only apologize for the fate of your speaker, this Malaka'raz," Uther said sternly but not unkindly. "What was done to him was wrong, but have you not more than avenged him now with this first wave of attacks?"

The troll warlord shook his head, "The people we fought had no part in Malaka'raz's death, so far as I know, they were fought because they are the warriors of your king and will bar our way to him. Those who do not and cannot fight fight were not harmed."

"That does not answer my question," Uther pressed.

The troll's ears twitched, dark metal ear rings glinting as he slowly tilted his head, as if confused, "I come here to de-fang a wicked foe. But most of all I am seeking justice from those who ordered the deed and carried it out. Anyone else is immaterial to me and if they did not pose a danger to my nation would be left be."

"Yet you occupy the coastal townships, a church and farmsteads," Uther said, "If you speak the truth, why not march upon the capital?"

"Because I am not fool enough to lead those who follow me into death," The troll said, motioning towards him. "There is a fine line between honor and rank foolishness, one I doubt you do not know. Given you agreed to speak with me but have prepared yourself in case of an ambush."

A rumble ran through his chest, even as Uther found himself nodding, "Those who had no part in your speaker's death will still die, as will those who cannot fight, such is the nature of war. But it does not have to be this way."

"Only a life can repay a life and land repay stolen land," The troll said rhythmically. "Such is the way of justice, it is a scale to balance what has been broken to repay a debt. If something was stolen it must be returned and then some. If a life was taken and cannot be restored, why should the killer live gaily and the fallens loved one's languish in misery with no respite?"

"There is a saying in our lands," Uther offered, hoping he was understanding this leader's mind as he did his own lieges.

"And that is?" the troll asked with a light click of his tongue.

"Vengeance, begets, vengeance," Uther said simply, patting the holy book that hung from his hip. "If we all sought revenge for every wrongdoing, then the vengeance itself would need to be avenged in time."

"Wise words," the troll said, nodding his head and looking upon Uther with a pleased expression that no longer struck him as alien as it should perhaps have.

"And yet," they continued, "I do not feel them for us in this moment here. You speak of vengeance, of hot-blooded passion rooted in pain and catharsis. I speak of justice, something meditated and deliberated, extolled so as to put an end to any sordid affair for good."

"So, to avenge one, many more must die?" Uther coaxed, seeing a glint in the trolls' eyes.

"I will make you an offer, Uther Lightbringer," The troll said suddenly, hands open, arms wide, totally exposed. "Send to me your king and the executioner who slew my speaker; I shall duel them both at once, openly and fairly. I shall likely win, and that will be the end of it. No one else in this land need risk death."

Uther shook his head, "I cannot do that to my liege, but I can fight for my king, as I fight in his name and that of his kingdom."

The troll shook his head, looking nearly forlorn, "You committed no crime, you should not have to bear the burden of my justice." Malakk grinned, "Besides, I like you, warrior, I'd rather not see you fall."

"Maybe so, but I would gladly do so if it would spare others from being lost in the course of a greater conflict."

The trolls gaze looked over the knight and mage who Uther had, had accompany him and shook his head. "All your soldiers' fight for your king and in his name; even were I to defeat you they would not surrender. He," The troll stressed, "Would not surrender."

A frown marred Uther's face as he accepted that truth, "You are not wrong, even were we to duel to decide the fate of this battle, I do not think it could stop a war."

"Would that it could," The troll said, his voice strained.

They lingered in silence for a time, before the Frost King spoke again. "It is as we feared, Uther, even if we were to settle this between us, or maybe even I against your king, war is inevitable."

"I am afraid that is how it will have to be if you will not simply leave us in peace," Uther said simply, chest tight, none of this sat right with him.

Malakk chuckled, words low and akin to a sigh, "It is strange is it not?"

Uther met his gaze, hoping he would continue.

"I come here, to this place, to seek justice for my Speaker, whom I loved dearly as a boon companion. Yet he was still one troll and now so many more will die to avenge him. So many of yours who never even knew he died and played no part in his execution will fall as well."

He clutched at the air, "I cannot let an injustice go unanswered, nor neglect the cries of my people be it for his death or those who died fleeing the only home they had ever known. Yet in doing my duty, I will lead more of them into death and pain than those who have fallen.... Or watch all I have built slip through my fingers as a result of my unwillingness to act."

Uther bowed his head, "Such is the nature of leadership I believe; to be granted power and use it well, one is intern bound to those who follow them and the greater tides surrounding them."

"It is a sad thing for a leader, when they care" The Frost King murmured.

"It is agony," Uther answered, hand over his holy book.

"Yet… It is better that we suffer it, better to suffer for one's love than to have never cared at all, better for those who follow us."

"Would that no one have to suffer at all, but that is not the world we live in," Uther said quietly. "Is there no way you can be convinced to leave?" He asked, one last time.

"Were the situations reversed would your king, your people allow such an act to go-unavenged?" Was the answer, the one he knew he would get, but he had to ask.

Uther could only sigh, "Then there is no other choice but to let our armies decide this, regardless of what we may wish."

"Bound by duty and rank we may be, but I promise this to you, Uther Lightbringer. You will have an honorable bout. I swear it."

Malak slowly drew his axe and Uther his hammer; in a single instant they let ice and light forged steel touch, a brief bridge across the divide between their sides before pulling away.

"And you shall have my promise to take this no farther than our own lands, Frost King Malakk."

With all that could be said, spoken, they turned and marched away.
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NOTES:
So, quick personal aside but a lot is going on in my life right now and a lot of it sucks, and also the internet is struggling so yeah, sorry about that but needed to explain why if I suddenly drop out for a little while.

As to the chapter itself, I had a lot to accomplish here and ended up expanding it massively from what it originally was with Hala-Zhi and especially the Uther & Malakk meet up, plus showing the following night, so I hope that all worked. Aslo thanks to those who encouraged me to work in the allies of the Drakkari more, I hope it is working.

One thing I want to sell is that Malakk is definitely smart and knows warfare but is also not like, grand admiral super genius, he has advisors for a reason, many more experienced generals than he, but even they can get tripped up by presumption. Cos yeah, that Shaman and horse thing not baseless.

I pulled it from Lord of the Clans and am choosing to keep it because so much of Thrall's success was reliant on the Alliance struggling with Shamanistic magic. The way I have this make sense in universe is that most human nations and to a lesser extent Ironforge, have not had to deal with armies of highly trained shamans in generation. Oh the odd strong one will pop up in a Gnoll pack, and some of the medium sized forest tribes aren't nothing.
But in the broad strokes, these groups have not the time or resources to train a fully fledged war shaman like the Drakkari do, the Amani, Jintha'Alor and Gurubashi might but they rarely engage with humans. As a result, a moderate mage will usually beat a moderate Shaman and never encounter anything stronger, thus leading to this magic to be largely dismissed as for "Primitive creatures who cannot handle arcane magic." This is further helped by the Wildhammer's isolationist policy.
 
Man this whole conversation just highlights the bullheaded selfishness of both sides. Hundreds dying for the sake of a few people's vendettas or honour.

Loving the fic, just commenting on the inherent insanity of wars being declared on behalf of single injustices.

There was also the thing about Frostmane lands being stolen, of course, but that 'debt' might already be satisfied by the captured territory that the Drakkari have already claimed.
 
Man this whole conversation just highlights the bullheaded selfishness of both sides. Hundreds dying for the sake of a few people's vendettas or honour.

Loving the fic, just commenting on the inherent insanity of wars being declared on behalf of single injustices.

There was also the thing about Frostmane lands being stolen, of course, but that 'debt' might already be satisfied by the captured territory that the Drakkari have already claimed.
That's a fair take, of course I would note that this is also one of those situations where if the public were against it, the war likely wouldn't be happening, but among trolls the killing of a speaker and general inversion of hospitality is literally one of the worst things someone can do.

Not to say you don't have a point, wars are often absurd like that; I mostly wanted convey its not just the leaders leading unwilling masses to their deaths.

A fair point there, broadly speaking as its not the traditional land and they aren't living on it, the claiming of the land is for the moment solely for the Drakkari Empire over the Frostmane specifically. If they did get awarded land that would be different, though Dun Morogh is a lot bigger than the coast of Tristfal Glade so (waves hand). Its one of the many nebulous things, like the conduct of an honor-less war itself, what people deem acceptable restitution will vary.
 
That's a fair take, of course I would note that this is also one of those situations where if the public were against it, the war likely wouldn't be happening, but among trolls the killing of a speaker and general inversion of hospitality is literally one of the worst things someone can do.

Not to say you don't have a point, wars are often absurd like that; I mostly wanted convey its not just the leaders leading unwilling masses to their deaths.
Well I can certainly understand! Public opinion being an entirely fair and utterly logical thing upon which to wage a war. ;P

Dw I'm just meming. XD. I can understand the reasons for this war, while I would perhaps point out that while the Tirisfal Coast is not quite the size of Dun Morogh, it has perhaps a far greater amount of arable and farmable land. Though as you said, the value might be nebulous in terms of restitution.

I'm currently debating on my next Omake.
 
I'm debating between:
A continuance of Root and Earth, with Rizen and Jinzei drunkenly discussing the spirits, loa, gods and magic.
Or,
A tale of the Curfew, from the perspective of a disarmed and disarmoured Paladin caring for the war-wounded.
Or,
A story from the perspective of a Dwarven Hunter scouting the edge of drakkari claimed territory, perhaps one checking on borderland farms.
 
Well I can certainly understand! Public opinion being an entirely fair and utterly logical thing upon which to wage a war. ;P

Dw I'm just meming. XD. I can understand the reasons for this war, while I would perhaps point out that while the Tirisfal Coast is not quite the size of Dun Morogh, it has perhaps a far greater amount of arable and farmable land. Though as you said, the value might be nebulous in terms of restitution.

I'm currently debating on my next Omake.
Hahaha, I mean fair, but still there's a lot going on culturally behind the curtain which I tried to convey but I also see your general point.

Mhm, of course Dun Morogh has lots of oil and mineral wealth so (waves hand) and they'd also need to be told they can keep it first XD

Best of luck!

Also cos I was thinking of it:

The laws of hospitality used to be a BIG DEAL to all troll tribes, however most southern trolls being surrounded by enemies and the Zandalari's general elitism has worn away at that, though its not wholly absent. Meanwhile the various civil wars of Zul'Drak have if anything, enhanced it. The ability to go to someone else's territory, someone else's home and be assured "You will not be harmed here" is considered a corner stone of civil society.

Speakers have that on steroids because their entire existence is defined by using civil tongues and otherwise being harmless, speakers are granted peaceful welcome as the default and never harmed because they speak for a whole people, rejecting one is considered beyond rude. But actually capturing, interrogating (Torturing) and killing one? It is literally one of the most immoral acts available from a troll perspective.

It pretty much marks the Alliance as moustache twirling villains, or more to the point, as dishonorable people unwilling or unable to be engaged with in honorable, moral or honest terms. Add in what happened with the Frostmane and they become an existential threat, one that must be brought to heel, before they do more harm and further despoil the name and lands of the dead.

I'm debating between:
A continuance of Root and Earth, with Rizen and Jinzei drunkenly discussing the spirits, loa, gods and magic.
Or,
A tale of the Curfew, from the perspective of a disarmed and disarmoured Paladin caring for the war-wounded.
Or,
A story from the perspective of a Dwarven Hunter scouting the edge of drakkari claimed territory, perhaps one checking on borderland farms.
Oooh those could be fun!

I think the second one if my favorite, though I am unsure if any paladins were captured, (Though despite intent to, it'd be unlikely to kill them all) Fun aside and slight Spoiler,
I am introducing Sally Whitemane in a chapter or two, she's basically the face of the monastery now and its nominal leader under the occupation forces. No pressure to use this, but figured you might be interested, I am toying with writing a side story about her discussing the nature of god VS Loa with Slad'Ran once she's introduced.

No pressure on which one to pick though, I think they could all be great, though I am curious, why a Dwarven Hunter?
 
I think the second one if my favorite, though I am unsure if any paladins were captured

Oh I didn't quite detail that right in that this would be from the perspective of a Paladin whom discarded her own arms and armour, once it became obvious that the battle was lost.

Not as an act of selfish deception but instead one of devotion, aiming to evade the possibility of capture so that she could remain and keep helping.

She would not have known whether the invading trolls would start taking captives or planning horrible things, so she elected to simply disarm herself and act as just another healer. If things did turn out for the worst then she could sacrifice herself to save others, or fight and buy time for them to escape.

Speakers have that on steroids because their entire existence is defined by using civil tongues and otherwise being harmless, speakers are granted peaceful welcome as the default and never harmed because they speak for a whole people, rejecting one is considered beyond rude. But actually capturing, interrogating (Torturing) and killing one? It is literally one of the most immoral acts available from a troll perspective.

Understandable! I certainly do get the point of speakers and the social contract of obligate hospitality ^..^.

No pressure on which one to pick though, I think they could all be great, though I am curious, why a Dwarven Hunter?
From a story perspective? Because dwarven rangers and hunters are world-renowned scouts, and they're certainly a good choice to carefully rove borderlands. I'm also planning to have them be a Wildhammer, one that volunteered and sought to come and investigate the possibility of another Troll War effecting their lands.

From a meta perspective? I just like dwarves and consider them to be my spirit animal, as I myself am a partially scottish and short-statured lover of mead, stout ale and whiskey.
 
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Understandable! I certainly do get the point of speakers and the social contract of obligate hospitality ^..^.
Thanks, wasn't trying to bludgeon anything home, I just legit find it fun to engage with XD

Of course I am also compelled to note it helps Malaka'Raz was a well known and liked public figure and its much easier to identify with one persons death you've heard of before over several people you never heard of.

Oh I didn't quite detail that right in that this would be from the perspective of a Paladin whom discarded her own arms and armour, once it became obvious that the battle was lost.

Not as an act of selfish deception but instead one of devotion, aiming to evade the possibility of capture so that she could remain and keep helping. She would not have known whether the invading trolls were taking captives or planning horrible things, so she elected to simply disarm herself and act as just another healer. If things did turn out for the worst then she could sacrifice herself or fight and buy time for others to escape.
Oooh I see, that is very clever, kudos there I hadn't even considered that!

That fits well, as while healers don't have the same considerations in WOW that they do in our world (Largely cos they can do shit like unleash waves of golden fire, curses or beams of moonlight) they do exist in a more nebulous position in many's eyes than a combat priest, let alone a Paladin. So if she picked some loose clothes to obscure muscle mass and downplayed her skills to be that of like, a low level cleric, she could slip by, especially as the Drakkari are only encountering humans for the first time here and wouldn't yet have the familiarity to pick out deception easily.

Are there any details about the occupation you'd like to know ahead of time?
From a story perspective? Because dwarven rangers and hunters are world-renowned scouts, and they're certainly a good choice to carefully rove borderlands. I'm also planning to have them be a Wildhammer, one that volunteered and sought to come and investigate the possibility of another Troll War effecting their lands.

From a meta perspective? I just like dwarves and consider them to be my spirit animal, as I myself am a partially scottish and short-statured lover of mead, stout ale and whiskey.
Ah I see, so they'd be a part of Uther's forces, but disconnected from the main camp for scouting purposes, that makes sense.

Fair enough, though aside I have heard the term spirit animal being used as such is deemed offensive by certain first nations groups, this is second hand and its your call of course but I figured it was worth noting.
 
Fair enough, though aside I have heard the term spirit animal being used as such is deemed offensive by certain first nations groups, this is second hand and its your call of course but I figured it was worth noting.
I will apologise if someone from the first nations contacts me directly about any offense taken at my use of 'spirit animal' here, but it was entirely meant as a joke.

Though I do not believe that the natives of any country have a monopoly or ownership of the concept of bestial spirits, of course, I am not willing to invalidate anyone's feelings nor put my own humour ahead of their hypothetical comfort.

Are there any details about the occupation you'd like to know ahead of time?

Well a few details of this 'curfew' and the Drakkari's method of occupation/confiscation would help ^..^.
Were surrendered warriors and armed peoples seperated from non-combatants?

Would the human war-wounded be turned over to human priests following the occupation, or would they be kept under the guarded care of troll healers?

Were they taking headcounts against town censuses, or simply guessing at population?

How closely and how destructively were they searching properties for hidden armaments and/or war materiel?

Of course I am also compelled to note it helps Malaka'Raz was a well known and liked public figure and its much easier to identify with one persons death you've heard of before over several people you never heard of.

Oh certainly! Martyrs and The Unjustly Dead have ever been the rallying cry around which the calls to war are built.
Though for the purposes of my Omake I would not suspect that the justification for this war makes much difference to the humans now suffering the reality of it, unless of course the occupying trolls are making efforts to force an understanding upon their newly claimed population.
 
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I will apologise if someone from the first nations contacts me directly about any offense taken at my use of 'spirit animal' here, but it was entirely meant as a joke.

Though I do not believe that the natives of any country have a monopoly or ownership of the concept of bestial spirits, of course, I am not willing to invalidate anyone's feelings nor put my own humour ahead of their hypothetical comfort.
That's fair, as its not something I can personally speak on; just figured it was worth sharing in case.

Well a few details of this 'curfew' and the Drakkari's method of occupation/confiscation would help ^..^.

Were surrendered warriors and armed peoples seperated from non-combatants?

Were they taking headcounts against town censuses, or simply guessing at population?

How closely and how destructively were they searching properties for hidden armaments and/or war materiel?
Happy to be of service!

Of the very limited number of survivors, yes. Keep in mind one of the goals of an honor-less was is to effectively crush the enemy military so badly it can't pose a threat for a generation, but Malakk doesn't see much honor in killing people who surrendered either. Not that many would for various cultural reasons and how chaotic battle can be. But yeah, they would be separated as they have the training and skills to potentially cause more trouble than random joe farmer.
Thus, long term, they are going to be moved to the ships brigs, though this method won't be practical forever and the system will be adjusted it works for now. (I should note, armed people, IE civilians with like, a gun or a sword, weren't unless they served in the military or fought in battle and mitigating circumstances were taken into consideration, IE single parents ETC.)

They did indeed take a headcount against town census, the Drakkari are very bureaucratic at the end of the day and will default to finding records and the like on habit.

That varies, the monastery has entire sections now sealed off by armed guards around the clock and everything searched from head to toe because it was a training facility.
Civilian houses aren't deemed much of a serious issue and would vary heavily on potential weapon listed in the registry. IE a gun would be of more concern than a spear, a suit of armor, a greater concern than a sword. Basically, the potential damage is what was deemed worth putting effort into looking for. As it is, they would have likely assigned this task to Wolvar and collaborators like Bal, over having a Drakkari try to squeeze into a home and tear it to shreds, so the process was still to be conducted in a disciplined and business like manner.

For reference, soldiers seen causing too much damage in the next chapter, are punished, same for drunk and disorderly behavior with those affected to be compensated and at least one executed on the spot. So basically, while its not pleasant, the order and system is not designed to be abused or cause grief to civilians outside of what can't be avoided.
Oh certainly! Martyrs and The Unjustly Dead have ever been the rallying cry around which the calls to war are built.

Though for the purposes of my Omake I would not suspect that the justification for this war makes much difference to the humans now suffering the reality of it, unless of course the occupying trolls are making efforts to force an understanding upon their newly claimed population.
Pretty much XD

An interesting thought, suffice to say that may come up later, but right now the relationship is more along the lines of "You do you civilian and I'll do me." Basically, the humans who aren't soldiers aren't really deemed 'part' of this outside of grudging necessity, and so are mostly to be left to their own devices unless like, actively attacking someone or hosting an obvious "Rebellion" meeting.
 
I should also note @Pillowsperky, its pretty easy for Drakkari to avoid being obstructive or pushy with a lot of this stuff thanks to the Loa, Spirits and the like, meaning observers and guards can be fairly minimal and distant, ETC.
 
I should also note @Pillowsperky, its pretty easy for Drakkari to avoid being obstructive or pushy with a lot of this stuff thanks to the Loa, Spirits and the like, meaning observers and guards can be fairly minimal and distant, ETC.
True, and thank you for your answers! Though again I'll keep in mind that this is all by degrees of relativity. The Drakkari are still occupying the Tirifalan's lands, detracting from their township's food budgets and enforcing a curfew (a curfew implying that people are being restricted to staying inside their homes and/or places of work.)

I'm not planning to demonize the trolls in my Omake, don't worry, but neither will I be softening the reality of being a persons under the restrictions of foreign occupiers. Especially occupiers with a minimal understanding of their claimed population's culture.

...Just as a question to help with my Omake, how many Trolls/Wolvar/Tuskarr would actually know Common? As a percentage guestimate of the forces.
 
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True, and thank you for your answers! Though again I'll keep in mind that this is all by degrees of relativity. The Drakkari are still occupying the Tirifalan's lands, detracting from their township's food budget and enforcing a curfew (a curfew implying that people are being restricted to staying inside their homes and/or places of work.)

I'm not planning to demonize the trolls in my Omake, don't worry, but neither will I be softening the reality of being a persons under the restrictions of foreign occupiers. Especially occupiers with a minimal understanding of their claimed population's culture.

...Just as a question to help with my Omake, how many Trolls/Wolvar/Tuskarr would actually know Common? As a percentage guestimate of the forces.
I will note they aren't taking food, the Drakkari basically farm all year round thanks to magic and have industrialized farming, thus they have massive food stocks and brought more than enough for the first foray. Though yeah the curfew is basically late at night, super early morning thing or large-scale public gatherings that could turn into riots, its not planned to be permanent but we'll see.

Mhm, that's fair, this is one of those tings I want to handle well cos its like, "I don't want the Drakkari to be the bad guys here. But war is an inherently ugly thing and I refuse to ignore that."

Basically every Wolvar, though tier manner of speaking will make humans presume them dumb, when in reality they just don't like contractions and believe in being as efficient as possible with their words (IE super short, clipped sentences) troll scholars will have a passing grasp of it, but it would be tinged by Northrend associations, not stereotypical trollish one's though. The Shamans and Priests can also backdoor this a bit via magic but only with like, a spell or a prayer so its not the default.

Basically, if someone is expected to deal with humans a lot or make sure they aren't doing murderous stuff, they will likely have a passable grasp of the tongue, though be it tinged with Northrend dialect influences and their own languages sentence structures, everyone else, not much or any.
 
Tuskarr lorewise can't survive in warmer climes than Northrend, but honestly I've always found that to be an annoying bit of nonsense in the official lore, considering that Magic both exists and makes such things only moderately challenging to negate for any society that has access to it.

The Tuskarr are seafarers after all, and I would suspect that they would have an incredibly thorough knowledge of how to make insulating and cooling clothing, with enchantments to keep their bodies comfortably frosty even in a desert.

I will note they aren't taking food, the Drakkari basically farm all year round thanks to magic and have industrialized farming, thus they have massive food stocks and brought more than enough for the first foray. Though yeah the curfew is basically late at night, super early morning thing or large-scale public gatherings that could turn into riots, its not planned to be permanent but we'll see.

Good to note! I'll keep it in mind for my writing.
 
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