#urukal

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Me: Urukal's not pretentious!

Rasek: Yes she is

Phy: Kirk she's real fuckin pretentious

Lilly: *fake laughs which turns into real laughing* I thought you did that on purpose!

*stops*

*thinks for a moment*

....Shit she is pretentious.

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Holy crap I'm writing this and I think Urukal just gave her first villain monologue. Slow down, gurl!

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I said I was going to ramble today, so here's some ramblings. Starting with my troll girls as they are and always will be my babies.

I really really want to start Urukal's journals again. They were an absolute blast to write and a big help in developing her character. However, given that her last journal was stolen, she's going to want to take some precautions this time around. Thing is, I'm not sure what she would do differently. I could have her simply write it in Demonic, but that seems kind of silly. There are secret locations and spells she could put on it... hmm...

I should just go for it and figure it out as I go along.

I have an idea in my head for how/why Zinny went from druid to monk. Basically she got a vision of bears in the mist, something along those lines. She's still worshiping and following Nalorakk, but I think she was struggling with the other Loa.

Kirkal is pretty comfortable right now, hiding out in the Barrens sniping off Kor'kron. While some part of me would want to try and make her more social, another part of me likes her just the way she is. I haven't done much rp solo, but I do remember enjoying it.

Now Taiz actually has quite a few different things I haven't properly explored for her. She has visions of the Loa like Zinny, but she hides this fact. As much of a bragger as she is, the incident with the Kor'kron capturing her really shook her up. There was a gang of children she used to run with growing up who I haven't really defined.

Finally Xentkaz. Theenie and I have been talking about her, and I have some more ideas for her history. Along with this, I actually have a good story for what happened to the family. But the main thing I'm missing is a personality for her. I still don't quite know how to have her react to things.

THAT'S ALL I HAVE SO FAR FOR THEM. MORE CHARACTER RAMBLES COMING.

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Blood in the Barrens (Part One)

Length: 849

Content Warnings: None

Summary: Murder time in the Barrens with some plot thrown in, too!

Civil war raged in the Barrens. Orcs still loyal to the Horde fought against the Kor'kron, Garrosh's elite forces. In the capital city of Orgrimmar, the trolls suffered under martial law, but a rebellion was forming with the Darkspear trolls of the Echo Isles.

Urukal brushed her bright orange bangs out of her face, scanning her surroundings as she dismounted her dreadsteed and dismissed it. Being an Amani troll, she made a point to keep herself distant from the conflicts. Orcs did not care if she wasn't Darkspear, and most were unable to tell the difference. She intended to help the rebellion with the Gor'watha Warband, to preserve her own freedom... and to get revenge.

A few months back, one of her younger sisters, Taiz, was sent out to the Krasarang Wilds to spy on the new orc base, Dominance Offensive. She was caught, interrogated, and beaten. When they finally rescued her, she was barely alive. Urukal had never been too close to Taiz, but they were still family. The time had come for the Kor'kron to pay.

She hid behind a large tree not far off from where her targets patrolled. The sun beat down on the dry grasslands. The Shivarra remained hidden by its magic, awaiting her master's order. Urukal grinned, spotting an orc wearing the Kor'kron tabard wandering by himself, unaware of the troll's presence. Keeping her eyes on her target, she whispered her incantations in Zandali, her hands glowing with dark magic.

Four curses were casted upon him, each one taking hold of its victim silently. The first was simple, but weakened his resistances to magic, making the other three more potent. Next one began to slowly corrupt his heart, slowing its rhythm until it would stop completely. Simple and effective. Third went for his bones and nerves, intending to inflict great agony. Its pain was negligible at first, but got stronger the longer time passed. Finally, an unstable affliction to run its course through the body, always attacking something different.

There was that brief moment where the orc did nothing, the calm before the storm. But he stumbled, crying out in pain while his eye darted about trying to find the source. He found Urukal, and let out a fierce warcry, charging straight for her with his axe drawn.

Urukal smirked, unimpressed with the bloodthirsty warrior. Dark energy surged through her hands, and she chanted under her breath, firing another spell directly at his mind. The orc stopped mid charge, a horrified expression on his face, and he ran in the opposite direction, still being drained piece by piece.

Some part of her always wondered what they saw, but there was no time to ask. Another orc spotted her and rushed at her! Urukal snapped her fingers, giving the command. From the shadows her Shivarra appeared, tripping the second orc with her weapon. The orc struggled to get up, desperately avoiding the demon's gaze, but it was too late. Shivarra smirked, singing a soft song in Demonic, and the warrior was trapped, mesmerized by her spell.

Urukal's attention remained on her first victim, who stopped mid run as the illusion faded from his mind. He was close to death, she saw how slowly he moved, every part of his body cried out in agony. Withdrawing a small purple shard, she concentrated on her next spell. A long, dark tendril shot out of the shard and to the orc, causing him to scream as it drained him away. It didn't take long until the orc collapsed to the ground, lifeless, his eyes glazed over. The spell faded, and in Urukal's hand, the shard shined brightly with light lavender energy. One down.

She turned to the second orc, pocketing the shard as she approached slowly. He sat there on the dry grass, slack jawed and lustfully staring up at the Shivarra. The song was coming to an end, soon his mind would be free. With one set of arms, the demon knelt down, another pair of hands caressed the orc's face, bringing him in closer. In the last two held swords, eagerly awaiting its master's orders to draw his blood. He flared up in rage, snarling in fury and reaching for his weapon!

Unfortunately for him, that was the time a dagger was jammed into his throat. Sputtering, the blade was withdrawn with equal speed, and the body fell to the ground without a word.

Urukal paused, staring at the woman in black who had stolen her kill. A troll, like her, though the distance and the hood made it impossible to tell exactly who it was. While normally a suspicious person, the warlock relaxed, snapping her fingers again, ordering the Shivarra to cloak itself once more.

"Not bad," Urukal said playfully, "Ya missed one, though. Good ting I was here ta help ya out."

Taiz smirked as she stood over the body, pulling off her hood as she shook her head at her older sister.

"Nah, I jus' let ya have dat. I be de best, afta'all, but I didn' want ta hurt ya pride."

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Writing stuff.

Trying to describe a Shivarra's actions are annoying, but it must be annoying to try and do anything. How do you manage having six arms???

But at least I'm writing now. Last night's roleplay gave me an idea for a story I was working on. Turns out this is going to be longer than I thought. but this is a good thing.

Current project: Taiz and Urukal have a little chat out in the Barrens.

What's next?: Tanillivan writes some letters!

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Playing verbal chess with Sarjen is scary...

But MAN was it fun! Trying to dodge questions and get the upper hand... And of course veiled threats to poison Juzmik.

I'm still reeling from that. Sarjen mostly came out on top in the end, but it gave a lot for Urukal to think about. She must move even more carefully than before.

Next up for Urukal: TIME TO BOTHER BRAN!!!

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Urukal's Journal: Moving the Pieces

((YESH THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE BUT NOW IT'S HERE AND I'M EXCITED FOR FUTURE RP YAY HERE HAVE IT))

Journal,

Ugh... what a dream. It's still dark here in Zul'Gurub, and here I am, wide awake and writing. After that dream, I find it hard to get back to sleep. I was running from something. Or to something. I don't know, the exact details keep slipping the more I try to remember them. But I know there was something ahead of me that I couldn't reach, no matter how hard I tried. Finally, there was falling, and then I woke up.

Still no real progress on well... anything. I know the Mogu fell after their emperor died due to in fighting. They are not as powerful as I once guessed. I know that the Zandalari are now allied with the newly revived Thunder King, and we are working to stop him right now. With the Thunder Forge captured, it's only a matter of time before we unlock the secrets behind the Mogu's weaponry. I'm excited for this and yet...

I feel like something's missing. Something important, and it would be unwise for me to make a move until I have it. Perhaps it is the amount of distance I put between the Warband and myself. I do not know many of its members. I don't need anyone for my plans, but it would be in my best interest to make myself less of a stranger to them. That way, if I make a mistake (which I won't, though it's best to be prepared), the chances of me dealing with the repercussions are slim. However, I need allies within the Warband. Especially if I'm going to deal with Juzmik and Sarjen.

Jin'taza mentioned at bar night that things were changing, and a group was forming for magic users and Loa worshipers. This might be the means that I was looking for. I questioned him about them further and the druids, which was quite intriguing. He suggested I seek further information, suggesting that I could even run for a position in this new group. I remember the old prayers to Nalorakk we used to say when I was a child. I know the Loa play an important part of our lives, but I never really thought that much about them until now.

Later, I met with the priestess of Bethekk, Sinja. She answered my questions, though it only brought up more for me. Like Shadra, the spider who appears before the Amani and the Gurubashi, although she is one of the few who do. Seeing as we currently reside in Zul'Gurub, I see no problems setting up a shrine to Bethekk in my hut or doing a nightly hunt. Bethekk hides in shadows, which is exactly where I need to be.