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[It's early in the morning. Actually, it's the creeping up on the buttcrack of dawn, entirely too early in the morning, but there you are. Sun's not quite up yet; the cold light of early morning seeping into the cracks of windows, not enough to take the chill out of the night yet. Who's been up for a while? This guy. There's errands to run, and if it's going to take days to run them, might as well get started early. Really early.

So! Good morning, Caer Scima! You get a Troll. Or at least, the painted-up face of one.]

I'm Vol'jin, Chief of the Darkspear tribe. Wit' that out of the way, listen up:

I'mma be travelin' to the Station soon. Ya need somethin' from there, or ya just want company, or ya don't feel right travelin' wit'out someone to watch ya back, meet me down in the Courtyard at sunrise.

Bring ya own supplies, at least a week's worth. I ain't ya minder.

[This ain't no newbie fetch quest; don't expect him to hold your hand.

Chieftain out.]

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Hullo, I'm Harry.

[ He waves hello into the video feed and seems utterly unbothered or unsurprised by chatting to a troll. It's also worth noting that he's currently sporting an eyepatch and some very new, very nasty scarring over one side of his face.]

I don't know if I'll head all the way out to the Station, but I'd like to come along for at least part of the journey.

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[So far, not too many people seem to mind how he looks. It's a pleasant surprise. He nods, not minding in the least the eyepatch or scars. You'd fit right in at home, kid.]

Go as far as ya like. Hope ya don't mind sleepin' on the ground.

I've done it before and I can do it again. I'm still getting used to horses, though.

[ He'll bring his broom along, but for the time being, he's not as confident on it as he used to be.]

[He shakes his head sharply, and make a sound between a snort and a tiger chuff, scowling.]

Don't much like horses. [Understatement of the century.] We'll bring 'em, if we haveta, but I'm not ridin' one.

Oh, good.

[ He truly sounds relieved to hear it. Horse are fine, but they're just odd and not aware enough. A nice thestral would be fine, wouldn't it?

~~Although he is not doing those dang Deathknight starter quests, please and thank you.~~]

Heh. Not a horseman, huh?

[Or a raptor. Or worg. Anything who's first instinct isn't "run for it."

~~For all the trouble they put you through for them, they really ought to have wings! (/shakefist!)~~]

I prefer my broom or something, well, do you have thestrals on your world? Or hippogryphs?

[ Harry gestures and magically pulls up two little images to show what he means. ]

Basically something bright and able to fly.

[You know, to his credit, he gives the images a good study for a moment before answering. He also threads fingers into his bear to give his chin a good scratch.]

Hm. No "thestrals," but the Night Elves keep hippogryphs.

I prefer me raptor. Like to keep me feet on the ground.

[ It takes Harry a while to go from 'raptor = bird of prey' to 'velociraptor', but he gets there eventually.]

I haven't come across one here, but I'll look for them. Surely there's bound to be something similar.

[You know, funnily enough, he probably wouldn't even jump to "bird of prey". Cultural bias, y'know.]

I won't hold me breath. [Although he would really like to not be a pedestrian (or rely on horses) the whole time he's here, true facts.]

Do ya know how far ya be goin'?

Not too sure. I've been by the station on the way to Mair, but never got the chance to really stop in and visit. I'm in Redgate at the moment, but once I've been somewhere, I can get there easily enough.

[It's always a good idea to have a magic user in the party.]

[Those are familiar names. Give him a moment to pull out his map. He sits down to study it for a minute, mumbling "Redgate" and "Mair" a couple times.]

To...Mair, from Redgate.... [Another pause, still looking down at the paper on the ground, as he interprets the map.] So, ye'd want the Daonna Ring, and we'd meet at the Station ring... Then ye'd head south. So, probably not more than a couple days, til the road fork.

[He finally looks bask at the locket.] Still, we'd welcome ya.

[Or several. But if the entire party is magic users, you've probably got a balance problem.

Actually, there was a balance problem as soon as the chaotic weird whale god signed up, but it's probably a stat improvement. ~~But what's Harry's THAC0?~~]

I can travel without the rings, so I can meet you pretty much anywhere along the road to the Station.

[ Even so, he's probably not going to make it given that in the next couple days he's going to learn that Hermione has been kidnapped and Alyosha will have tasked him with finding out who's sending assassins.

~~And he is soft and squishy. Silly cloth-armour people.~~]

[Yeah, he can see where you're coming from. Still:] I plan on usin' them. I got no cause to be out here a month or more.

[Yeah, pity about your friend. That's okay, they can hang out sometime. ~~cloth armor folks can still be badass. He knows quite a few.~~]

Makes sense to me. Let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll meet you there?

Hopin' we can set out a little after dawn.

[Hopefully. It makes for the longest possible amount of time before having to stop for the night.]

[ It's really only chance that he's up at all; rather, chance and habit. Waking for Court is a habit so ingrained as to wrap about his bones, though admittedly, one look at Vol'jin implies he might still be dreaming. What in the five Powers --

Felix blinks, shoves the hair from his eyes, and finally takes it all in. ]

Do you plan to walk or ride?

[ Does a...a Darkspear, whatever that is, ride? There are half a dozen variables to puzzle over and consider, but it's not an opportunity which he's eager to pass up. Felix knows his sense of direction too well to venture out alone. ]

Felix Harrowgate, chieftan of absolutely nothing. I'll be along.

[He snorts, looking up at the sky, as though to say "You really expect me to get up on one of those herd animals? That thing is prey, don't be ridiculous." Someone clearly has a low opinion of horses.]

Walking. Don't plan to take more than I can walk back wit'.

[He looks away from the locket, staring hard at something in the distance to the right.] Ya got maybe... a third an hour.

Fabulous.

[ The elegance of pre-planning asserts itself, he nearly drawls, but Felix can hold his tongue for now. Once they’re on the road…

He has only the barest idea of what to pack -- it's not as though he owns anything much here, but Mildmay usually handles all that. Mildmay usually handles it, because the last time they waltzed out on an extended walkabout, Felix was in no position to. ]

If you’ve no objections, I’ll be riding, [ Horses are prey, Felix knows that well. He also knows that horse-meat stew is great in a pinch. If you hold your horses, I'll hold mine. ] Won't tarry you more than a few minutes, darling.

[He grins. This is shaping up to be beautiful, already.]

I imagine that be the only way ya gonna keep up wit' me.

[ Felix lifts an eyebrow, somewhere between banter and true inquiry. Half the Drabwurld’s been taller than him to date; it’s frankly a little irritating. He’s far more used to looming than to being loomed over. ]

Kind of you to slow yourself for we poor invalids. [ But a glance out the window shows the early stretches of dawn peering through, and — ] On my way.

[ When he arrives, it’s barely a minute before the mark, but punctual enough to Felix’s taste. Leading a sleek black mare, his usual garish colours traded for castle mores, he looks rather close to competent, or at least: confident enough to fake it.

Then the horse jerks its head aside to nose at the cobbles, and Felix nearly goes sprawling. Hissing something under his breath, he rights himself, checks the reins, and finally turns to face Vol’jin. He beams up, broad and brilliant; though it’s not enough to cover the plain curiosity in his eyes. ]

Chieftan. [ Is that how you’re supposed to address a walking blue allefant? Felix ducks his head briefly, supposes it will do. ] A gracious invitation, I confess I've heard little of the place.

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[Just...just the driest look there, when he trips. Who's leading whom, eh? He stood as Felix approached with the horse, figuring he could at least greet the first person upright.

Well, semi-upright. The crouch keeps him mostly eye-level for a human. He's here to make friends (--is a bit of a stretch, but if they're going to be spending multiple days on the road together, they should at least get along). He's not here to intimidate his, er, traveling companions.

So, no blatant looming, and no commenting on the whole "I can be pulled to the ground by my own horse" thing.

He nods. The tusks seem to exaggerate every movement of his head.]

Never been there either, but I find myself in need of things.

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I may decide to travel with you.

[ Because he's bored, even with the four Maidenfish flitting about him. ]

[And despite the fact that he could probably literally teleport right there?

Vol'jin just nods; it's too dark to see the Outsider's eyes very well, yet, over this tiny little doohicky. Of course, that just means the Outsider gets the joy of unnerving him in person, eh?]

That be fine. Just know there be a limit to how much time ya can take to decide.

[ if only he hadn't been so depowered ;; ]

Should it help, I need very little to travel.

[ Food for the Maidenfish, really, and they are perfectly capable of hunting. He may take a horse, simply so he can try to get used to the creatures.

Watch as it ends up trailing along behind them with the Outsider just teleporting every few feet. ]

[He shrugs.] It'd help you.

[With the very blatant inference that he's not carrying your things, man, so, y'know, whatever. He smiles and...well, it's not the most welcoming thing ever. Even when taking into account the, uh, teeth. But it IS a smile, so, I'm giving him half a point for effort.

That would be kinda funny, not even gonna lie. Hey man, you do you. You do you. And if nothing else, if they manage to get too much stuff? Pack animal.]

Less time to prepare.

[ And a faster moving speed, in all likelihood.

The Outsider is hardly bothered by all the teeth and tusks. He simply smiles back. It's rather like looking at a shark's smile, even if his teeth simply look like normal human teeth -- you just get the feeling from it. ]

I am the Outsider. [ He's kind of sort of learning something resembling manners. ] May I ask what you are, Chief Vol'jin?

[Oh yeah, man, that's almost...ok, maybe just a tiny bit unnerving. It's like the impression of having more teeth than he really does, sorta?

Yeah, no, the more he looks at that, the creepier it is. Possibly due to the lack of something indefinable in the expression. He's not sure what, yet.

Also, this is the second person who's introduced himself as "the" anything since Vol'jin's been here. Two is an anomaly; three is a statistically relevant anomaly. He's...kinda hoping he doesn't meet that third person.]

A Gurubashi, of Azeroth.

[ He had another name, once, a long time ago. But face aside, he is no longer that person. He is the Outsider, only partially in the world -- at least, back in his universe. ]

I have heard of neither, but that is not so surprising in this world.

[ As much as he doesn't enjoy that fact, it leads to a great many more things catching his attention. ]

[He sucks his teeth once, a short burst of sound, and shakes his head.] Never been anywhere like it.

Neither have I.

[ One of the fish swimming in the air around him slides closer, and he lets his fingers trail over its side. ]

We will have much to speak of on our journey.

[ Yeah he's pretty much decided he's going to come with. ]

[He nods; there's no reason to reiterate the time to the man.] Alright.

[Oh man, are they gonna dish? Juicy details, man, he wants them.

OK, maybe not him, but I do.]

[ all the dishing

Either way, he nods, then closes the locket.

Shortly before sunrise, the Outsider is in the courtyard. His four black fish are still swimming around him in mid-air, but now there's a black horse behind him, too. The Outsider himself isn't standing, levitating off the ground instead. Despite his earlier comment about traveling light, the saddlebags seem full; a look inside will reveal various bones. ]

[HAH. Bones mean shrines. Which means fun, in a religious sense.

He's not looking in the bags; it's not his business, just yet. He DOES raise an eyebrow at the floating, which is...slightly unusual. But only slightly. He's just going to assume "mage, showing off."

At least, until the Outsider gets closer. With his creepy eyes. Fortunately, they're still all getting ready. Vol'jin is currently waiting on a redhead, who may have possibly been flirting with him? He isn't sure yet.

Vol'jin lifts his chin in greeting.]

[ the most fun

The Outsider offers a slow nod in turn, slightly surprised at just how tall the troll is; he's certainly the tallest being he's met so far. ]

Allow me to introduce my companions.

[ He waves a hand, and each of the four black fish transforms into a woman, features obscured by veils. ]

Nerina, Eleta, Derya, and Zeredah.

[ Each woman curtsies slightly in turn, then transforms back into a fish and returns to flitting around him. ]

[He nods. Probably not going to remember which one is which, because they're mostly identical black fish most of the time, but maybe if he studies them...]

Gonna assume they don't eat much.

[Because, y'know. Magic fairie fish women. ~~Anybody tell you yer eyes are creepy?~~]

[ ~~No, but they think it.~~ ]

They can eat a whole man, should he fall into their trap.

[Instead of looking frightened or threatened, he just looks impressed.]

Useful. And what's their trap?

[ Oh, he likes you. ]

Most mortal men are quite willing to follow a beautiful woman anywhere. Even into the water, deep enough that they can be drowned.

[~~THAT'S PROBABLY A BAD THING, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED.~~ That earns him a full-on, thigh slapping, rocking back on his heels laugh. He TOTALLY knows how that goes, yeah. It's happened before.

Not to him, but...Guys can be kinda dumb. He's heard stories. Dragons in particular are fond of disguising as people. Also, demons.

He lets out an amused sigh and keeps smiling.]

Very useful. [+10, Vol'jin approves.]

[ "kinda" dumb. ]

Perhaps you'll get the chance to watch them work, [ the Outsider smirks, letting his fingers trail over the nearest long, gauzy fin. ]

If not, they are certainly an additional defense, should trouble find us on the road.

[Well, not all of them. And not all the time. Benefit of the doubt, you know.]

With luck, it won't be necessary. [But also not a bad thing to have around, either.]

[A noise not unlike 'gnruff', and then a distinctly shadowy shot of mostly fingers and hair as someone jabs irritably at the locket to switch it on. The Brucolac is in bed, hi.]

Vol'jin. A favour? If you happen to come across any star charts, maps, penny-a-prediction horoscopes even...I'm in the market. Collecting. [Well, he doesn't know what they have at the Station. "Modern technology" apparently. Maybe they've got speaking tubes and metal constructs. That sort of newfangled nonsense. He's just hoping for some really scientifically advanced astrology. Mm.

His voice is hoarser than ever, and the hellish brightness currently attacking his eyes inspires him to add:] Or if you can find several lengths of very dark fabric, it wouldn't go amiss. I'd be indebted. [Yes, he is sending you curtain-shopping.] I can send an imp down with gold.

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Did I wake ya up?

[Hey handsome, how you doing~? He hadn't even considered star charts, even if he's been looking up on occasion for almost a month, so thank you for reminding him. He looks thoughtful, mumbling as he scratches his chin.]

Not a bad idea... I'd appreciate that. [Ok, he won't appreciate the imp, but the gold might help. He honestly has no idea.

Just so long as he doesn't have to take the imp.]

I was trying to get an early day.

[Grumbling, grumbling. His head is muggy and he aches, made dizzy by oncoming daylight. He leaves the locket recording empty space while he heaves himself up and starts rummaging, movements distinctly lacking their usual grace and economy. Finally, there's the sound of a door opening, and the Brucolac snappishly summoning an imp.]

You. Pixie. Imp, yes, I know, and your name is Freeferawl, don't think I don't remember. Here. That's— [raising his voice so it's easier for Vol'jin to hear] —thirty pieces. Try snatching a... [brief glance at the imp's hands] six-finger commission and you can answer to my friend, the troll in the courtyard. You'll have trouble missing him.

[And then he closes the door and stumbles back towards his bed, appearing in shot again.] Throw a coin at him to get him to go away, or he'll hang around and try to come with you.

[The driest tone of voice.] It'd end up in a pot.

[Not that imp is likely to taste good; it probably tastes like toes on toast, but it's not going to stop him from threatening to bake the damn thing into a pie.

He never claims he's going to EAT the pie, after all.]

I pity the pot.

[He's just going to chill out facedown here.]

Thanks.

Sure thing.

[They'll probably talk later, or in a couple of days. Whenever he inevitably wakes up in the middle of the night with the memory of trying to breathe through his own blood fresh in his mind.

With a nod, he signs off.]

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blehs old school d&d all over the place; hi, i'm old as boulders.

piffle, we can be ancient together. (lightning bolt!)

i'm attacking the darkness!

how did we get this far without a gazebo joke?

man, i have no idea

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you know, it would probably behoove me to make an actual log for this. i think.

haha probably

soooooon.

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