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Bal'a Dash, Malanore	By : Makkoska Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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part 2pA/N: An update! I’m ridiculously proud of having made it after such a long time. I was having a busy period in RL and kept lacking time or inspiration. I can just hope someone is still interested in this story.

Part 2 – Party night
Zangah sat in the dark living room, feeling restless, but forcing herself to stay still and not to start pacing. The elf had gone to a “welcome party” with his friends, whatever that meant. She stayed in the house. Of what she could gather, most of the elves here rarely ventured further than the walls or their city. To meet a troll face to face when they were stepping out of their homes might be just a bit too much for them.
So she remained behind to do - nothing. She never liked being closed in, but it wasn’t an option to leave and roam the streets. She could hardly go unnoticed, and she had the feeling that her presence alone would surely cause some conflict. She fidgeted in the too soft armchair, wishing that at least Vengeance would be with her, and not locked in at some quarantine. Poor beast, she hoped the elves treated her right.
Feeling trapped herself she stood up to lit come lanterns. There were some books in the room, but all were written in a language unknown to her, and anyway – she was never good with the letters. She was glad when she noticed some rolled up maps. Giving up on the armchair she sat down on the floor instead, rolled them out and got lost in them. Even as a child she had always loved maps – her imagination could fly to places unknown, could picture the adventures she would find if she ever visited them.
She could not read the name of the places on these, but there was no need. They were artfully made, having even small paintings of the flora and fauna. She traced the outline of a bat and a spider next to a blue-grey forest. There was also a small skull painted there. She wondered what that meant, other than the obvious warning of danger…
She only looked up much later when she heard someone knocking on the door. Who on earth could it be, she wondered as she silently took her axe in her hand and crept toward the door. The elf would surely come in to his own house without knocking. She opened the door to a crack to find three elves standing there. Two of them standing anyway, though swaying slightly, and holding the third figure up by his arms.
“Partying” obviously meant knocking oneself unconscious. Ardel was supported on two sides by the slender redhead they met that day, and a handsome, short black haired guy. She let them in. Their eyes darted towards her axe as she put it down next to the door, then back to her. Draz looked slightly cross-eyed, while the other had a silly grin on his face. They were apparently high as well.
Doing her best in trying to imitate her uncle when he was cross with her, she folder her arms and looked down sternly to the elves.
‘What ‘av ya done to him?’ she demanded. Unfortunately she either didn’t make it intimidating enough, or they were simply too drunk, as they didn’t seem cowed at all.
Both started to speak at the same time, stopped and giggled. Ardel swayed dangerously between them. She reached out and embraced him at the waist to save him from falling face-first to the floor.
‘We did nothing to him, missy,’ said the unknown elf. ‘He did it all by himself.’
‘ ‘T was a probably too much for him,’ added Draz ‘he got a bit overdosed, after being abstinent for so long. Too much wine, too much smoke, too much arcane magic … but he’ll be all right after a long sleep,’ he hastened to say as Zangah glared at him.
She half carried, half dragged Ardel to the armchair. Kneeling in front of him she patted his face first gently, then a bit stronger when he didn’t react.
Opening his green eyes only to the slightest crack he mumbled something unintelligible and slouched forward until his face was pillowed on her breasts. He smiled and went back to sleep.
Ignoring the other two elves who were snorting with drunken laughter behind her back, Zangah stood up, and dragged Ardel with her.
‘Help me carry him upstairs,’ she instructed. They managed to take the blood knight to the bedroom, although the two drunkards were often more a delay then real help and it was a bit difficult to get rid of them afterwards.
She dropped down to the soft bed next to the unconscious elf, feeling annoyed and amused at the same time and wondered what will come next.

Part 3 – Friends
Draz tried to convince the others that it was a bad idea, he really did, but Aelun made it impossible. He kept adding funny bits of their late night visit (mostly Draz had no recollection of these at all, but he wasn’t sure if it was due to his hangover or because they didn’t happen at all). In the end Selira and Gyrron were fully assured that both Ardel and the troll woman would be in despair if they wouldn’t stop by for a morning visit. Draz dragged along as always.
Giggling like mad, Selira knocked on the door when they reached the house. Then knocked again louder when there was no answer. Finally the door opened to a crack and a very grumpy looking troll peered though. Ignoring the impressive scowl, Selira beamed at her. The troll opened the door wilder but didn’t look any more welcoming as she leaned against the frame and folded her arms in front of her chest.
‘What’d ya want?’ she asked in her heavy accent. Her expression reminded Draz that he would need to be somewhere else – anywhere else – but the other three were obviously still too high to sense danger.
‘Bal'a dash,’ Selira greeted her then added a ‘Lok’tar Ogar,’ in Oricsh. The amused look that appeared on the troll’s savage face made Draz wonder what had Seilra actually said, but she didn’t seem to notice anything.
‘We have come to visit Ardel and you of course,’ she went on. When the troll didn’t react she looked back to Draz for encouragement. None forthcoming she turned back and repeated the whole thing more slowly, emphasizing with wild gestures.
‘Da elf’s out,’ the troll cut her off, ‘asleep,’ she clarified after a bit of thinking. ‘Ya come back later.’
‘Oh that’s not in issue at all, ‘Selira exclaimed ‘we would just love to get you know better. Ardel’s been saying such nice things of you last night. This would be an excellent chance to get you know better without him piping in always. He does speak a rather lot, doesn’t he,’ she added in a stage whisper.
Draz could have sworn that the troll’s mouth quirked upwards to a small smile around her tusks. She looked at Selira for a long moment, than to Draz, Aelun and Gyrron. Finally to his surprise she stood aside to let them in. Maybe there was a social norm for trolls against slapping the door into the face of your boyfriend’s noisy pals. Maybe she thought she could make a nice breakfast out of them to make up for last night’s inconvenience. Draz couldn’t tell and could only hope for the first.
‘Keep ya voice down,’ she warned them as they all went to the kitchen. She obviously made home there as there was a mess equal to the one in Draz’s flat. Dried meat and fruits were piled on the table, surrounded by maps and various sort of weapons and pieces of armors.
The troll pushed some food towards them as they settled down and Selira – always enthusiastic but not one to think much – reached for a piece of meat.
‘Don’t,’ Draz hissed ‘you don’t know what it was.’
The troll’s eyes flashed meanly as the girl pulled her hand back, confused.
‘Lil’ elf,’ she growled, leaning forward ‘dat was quite rude. Me won’t be poisoning ya.’
‘I didn’t assume that for a moment,’ Draz said, trying to work around saying outright that they have just heard too many stories of the cannibalism of trolls to be able to stomach any meat given by them. ‘It’s just that we have different eating habits. A different… digestion. We might not be… might not like that kind of…’ the end of the sentence just didn’t come.
She studied him for a few long moments and Draz was unsure if she understood him at all. Maybe he was using too long phrases… maybe he should just gesture and use single words and… by the Sunwell but he had told the others a million times that this visit was a very bad idea…
The troll suddenly grinned, interrupting his thoughts.
‘Don’t ya worry elf, dat was no one you could know,’ she said, proving not that she understood his words, but the hidden meaning behind them as well. With that she picked up a piece of meat herself and took a hard bite.
There was a collective gasp of horror from around the table and Selira clasped her hand in front of her mouth.
‘Help ya’self,’ she said with her mouth full ‘dats da best part of da gnome.’ When Gyrron asked on a shaky voice which would it be, she said between thoughtful chews, ‘da backside.’
Laughter burst out of Aelun and Draz realized at the same moment that she was having them on. After all this was something Ardel had been eating as well and no matter how strange his friend’s taste in mates might have become, he wouldn’t swoop so low to eat something that was once sensible. Of this Draz was almost absolutely sure.
The others caught up as well - although Selira only picked from the fruit – and started to bombard the troll with their questions. It hadn’t taken much time and Draz found that he was actually enjoying himself. When the troll – Zangah, he reminded himself, he should really start to refer her like that – finished her story of their fight through the kaldorei forest Ashenwale (how they fought and run for three days without rest while the purple skinned fiends attacked them from all side) he couldn’t help but chuckle.
‘Now I understand how you bonded with our unconscious friend upstairs. You just told each other wild if improbable tales until neither of you could tell fantasy from reality, right?’
‘Dats not fair,’ she denied, although her sly smile told Draz otherwise ‘it all happened more or less da way I told ya… Maybe added some extra here and dere… but dats da right of the adventurer.’
Ardel stumbled into the kitchen just as their good natured laugher died down. He was looking worse for wear with his hair hanging around his face in uncombed tangles, his eyes bloodshot and his complexion definitely greenish.
‘What are you lot doing here?’ he groaned as he slumped down to an empty chair ‘and why are you so bloody loud?’
‘That’s nice,’ said Draz is a mock-affronted voice ‘after how we all ignored our woes after last night and come to see if you are all right. And not only that – we have also brought you some medicine for your pains.’
He held up the small crystal phial and the blood night snatched it greedily from his hand. His skin tone became healthier immediately after drinking it and he let out a relieved sigh.
Peering at his lover from the corner of his eyes he asked sheepishly ‘Do I need to apologize for anything?’
‘Well,’ the troll said ‘ya performance not been to yah usual standard luv.’ Gyrron, who was draining the last drops of a cup of water chocked. Ignoring the general upheaval Ardel only raised an eyebrow at that.
‘Wasn’t I passed out? What have you been doing to my unconscious body, troll?’ Zangah had only smirked.
‘Ya still have all ya limbs elf, so don’t complain. Just eat ya breakfast to regain some strength.’
‘Ah, this again?’ he complained but piled his plate full just the same. ‘We should get some fresh food. I’m sick of this dried stuff,’ he said between chews.
‘Thought me would cause panic at da market, so better not went der alone. And me don’t know where it be either.’
‘No one could say a word really. At least there would be something they can talk about,’ Ardel said thoughtfully.
The others were silent – obviously they were trying to imagine the shock –or anger, indignation – the troll’s appearance would cause at Royal Exchange if she went around shopping. Not that she would be forbidden to do so – but the visits of other races of the Horde (and especially trolls) were so rare that she would surely cause an upheaval. From the look of it Ardel had been away too long to realize this. Or maybe he just didn’t care. Draz felt that he had to give his support. The knight was his best friend after all – and he found that he didn’t mind Zangah as much as he thought he would – or should – either.
‘We’re happy to accompany you,’ he said ‘you were away after all so long that I would be afraid of you getting lost in your hometown now.’
Ardel was laughing joyfully – he seemed to recover from the aftereffects of last night completely – when there was a knock on the door.
‘This must be Haylin,’ said Aelun as he went to open the door like he was at home ‘I left her a message that she can find us at your…’ he fall silent as the guest entered and said in a quite different tone, ‘Good morning Sir.’
They all turned towards the entrance as the well dressed, middle aged elf came in to the kitchen. He was, as usual, wearing impeccable garb, wearing his hair and goatee trimmed in a conservative fashion. Wearing a strict expression all the time craved some lines to his forehead and to the corners of his mouth but he was still almost as handsome as his son.
‘Father,’ Ardel greeted him and went around the table to hug him. ‘I haven’t been expecting you.’ Varmish Silverblade returned the hug, but his spine remained straight as a rod.
Letting go of his son he took a step back to inspect him. His frown deepened slightly at Ardel’s messy appearance (he didn’t brush his hear, nor did he change from his wrinkled clothes from last light). The frown became more etched when he looked at all of them scattered around the untidy table. However it was nothing compared to what appeared on his face as he looked at Zangah. For a long moment he stared at the troll, radiating disapproval.
‘So,’ he said at last in an icy tone ‘the rumors are true.’
‘There are rumors already?’ Ardel asked back. He sounded defensive. Or maybe ready to fight, Draz couldn’t tell. ‘I’m flattered. We have just arrived yesterday afternoon.’
‘You must know that everyone is talking about you… arriving with a troll.’
‘That reminds me… Father, let me introduce you to Zangah. She’s my…’
‘I’ve no wish to be introduced to such a vile creature, son.’
Family gatherings… Draz never liked his own ones, not to mention his friends’. He looked at Zangah, who remained surprisingly calm as her lover and his father snared at each other. She rolled her eyes and said softly:
‘Hey ginger,’ she said, which was something considering her hair color ‘dis would be about da best time to show me da city, don’t ya think?’
Draz agreed. Anything would be better than sitting and listening to the Silverblades family argument.
The riot stopped for a few seconds as the troll stood up and gathered her weapons - Varmish looked alarmed, Ardel looked surprised – but they were out of the door with neither of them trying to stop them, with Selira, Aelun and Gyrron on their heels.
‘Don’t take it personally,’ Aelun tried to reassure Zangah as they slowly started to walk away from the house, although she didn’t look upset at all ‘Ardel’s dad is not an easy person. I’m sure he will… uhm… come around…’
‘I’m not worried, pretty,’ Zangah waved him away. Aelun grinned like a fool. Draz frowned. ‘He can’t be worse dan my uncle.’
Curiosity piqued they put her under a serious interview as they headed towards the Royal Exchange. Lagging a few steps behind, Draz followed them. He couldn’t help but to have a bad-bad feeling about this.
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