#rugara bonerender

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Shit is about to get REAL and Rue is taking the fight to the Night elves.

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A talk between characters... A memory from the Legion Days

Rugarammor stared into the iron brazier’s flame for a very long time. It was reminiscent of one of the last moments with Him. Where she should have said more. Done more. Been more. The silence was palpable in the tent. Even the winds outside seemed to hold it’s breath. She blinked, hot tears made muddy tracks down her cheeks. It the first time in so many nights she allowed herself to openly weep. A first allowing herself to do so in front of another. 

A small brown hand grabbed her own large green with such strength, she looked up and was captivated by the night sky in the human’s eyes. She wanted to drown in that darkness between the river of stars. There was warmth there. Compassion. Something that had faith so strong it could heal.

“They are no more?” Ressia’s tuskless mouth rolled the orcish language out easily enough, but the woman spoke with a strange accent born from the teachings of troll and goblin. Rue felt herself starting to shake and the woman held her hand tighter. 

“I am... unsure.” She felt HE was dead. His companions were certainly dead. She felt it like a wildfire that razed The Barrens’ savanna - animals run from that. She felt like an animal when that Void Wizard made his presence known to the clan. “I ran. I lost my mind and ran.” 

“You had to.” Ressai whispered, “You would have been lost too.” 

Again, the truth laid bare - raw to the elements. She struggled with that knowledge her upper lip curling back to expose sharp white teeth but Ressai held her hand, anchoring Rugara to the present.  The orcess tasted more tears and licked them away from her top lip, her chest heaved a few times before she started to talked again, voice cracking “There is no honor in what I did. None. The clan that adopted me and my son are gone.”

“You are not to blame-” Again Ressai sliced away at that rawness, this time switching to the Human’s Common speech and Rugara flinched at the words.

The look Rugara gave her silenced her companion. “There is no... equivalent to *Blame* in Orcish. YOU should gather why.” She all but spat the Human word from her mouth. “Hun’shuu then?” Ressai replied in Tauren tongue. “What would the Pandaren use-?”

“- It does not matter, I am not one of them.” “But it does,” The paladin reached up with her other hand, thumbing away Rue’s tears and cupping her cheek. “We’re all in this together. We have been for a very long time.”

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Name: Rugara Bone Render, Rue, Aunt Rue // Argo, son of Rugara Department: Merchant Summary: The orcess monk is a remnant of the Blackrock, Dark Horde that resided in Blackrock Mountain. She remembers Rend and the Lord of Blackrock Spire from her youth. Daughter to a warlock and an unknown warrior, Rugara was unambitious, had very little arcane talent, which made her useless to her mother and thus was tossed into the barracks of Lower Blackrock Spire. With the rest of the orcish youth, Rue fought for a place in the numerous packs who salvaged what they could before joining one of the three legions. She was hand picked by Zigris to join the Bloodaxe Legion after seeing her quickly dispatch two ogres viciously. In the legion she became proficient slaughter, but was still young and impressionable, so when a young male warlock came to the mountain to seek knowledge from a strand of the Shadow Council - Rue’s mother - he took interest in the young orcess. One thing lead to another very quickly in the shadows of those halls and Rue found herself pregnant and afraid. The Lord of Blackrock Spire was the one to discover the warlock to be human male. She quickly joined the orcs outside the mountain on the Burning Steppes. Elders urged her to leave the newborn in the wilds but when Argo came, Rugara couldn’t, and so she took the child and herself into the wilderness and disappeared. She didn’t stay anywhere too long but once Pandaria’s mists cleared she took a  Argo there, where she learned to overcome much of the taint her birth clan left her and to raising her son in peace. She became a Tushui monk, giving up taking trophies from her kills, instead learning how to bake clay tiles, and various Pandaren pottery. 

Argo has shown to have no orcish instinct and all the inquisitiveness of a human (Rue has wanted to pull her own hair out just to make a leash) - as a child - which made him a perfect companion to Pandaren cubs. Now as a preteen, he has shown strong mathematical skills which his mother is proud of and allows him to sell her work. His skin is almost tawny with a sheen of green where his mother’s is the colour of dark nettle with patterns of scarification running down the right side of her body. His hair is dark and curly where his mother’s is thick, straight and braided. Large eyes (he shares the shade of hazel with her) in a square face with a slightly disproportionate jaw, tusks that are clearly still coming in as his jaw thickens.  RP Hooks: Rugara is interested in selling her work and minding her own business, for the most part, but will end a fight if it wrecks her calm. She doesn’t involve herself in politics publicly but has done her part to send messages to the Alliance and other various parties by inscribing on the inside of her pots. You can find Rugara and Argo in various parts of Azeroth looking for clay in the ground or purchasing bone to turn to ash for more specialized and stronger porcelains.