Askew in a world of warcraft.


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Chapter 4: Boom-Chowwcka-Wow-Wow.


Felerias looked on Yagadash with her eyes full of lust.

"Make love to me, you magnificent beast!"

And, with pouting lips, she kissed that Orcish man across the lips, her tongue sliding across his right tusk.

Yagadash looked in shock. Now, he wasn't one to turn away from such things as this, normally he had to pay a certain particular kind of lady with a certain amount of coin for this kind of thing to happen... but when such a thing occurred this suddenly, with someone that he had a level of respect for... well that was just awkward... and he was a foppish orc here, nothing is more awkward than that.

NO!

There was only one thing that Yagadash knew which could cause a relationship to develop this quickly in a story...

So, Yagadash shouted forth with his dragon tongue, in magical words that sounded in Modern English much like this... "Break..." "Fourth..." "Wall!"

For you see, Yagadash knew that this was some kind of a joke, written by an Author who seemingly wanted to cash in on the whole 'Valentines day' thing, being that this is Capitalism and such. Alas, the Author was not lucky on such a day to find a big-breasted broad to lay his hands upon... or have those hands laying upon him and such... ahhh, but he did decide that this story needed to be posted, that foul person, making people wait for a whole year, what an asshole!

Yagadash coughed for a moment, looking up at the sky. Then he spoke.

"Roll the chapter, the real one this time, mister Author-man... Don't make me kick your ass into a new plane of existence!"

"Duly noted." Yagadash heard the Author say.

But this Author knew that someday, someday... He would write another joke again, would it be Christmas, would it be Halloween, maybe even the Authors birthday, June the 21st would be open to satire... and Yagadash would be none the wiser, for the Author wields in his palms the power of Deus Ex Machina. Within his gleeful hands, he held all the power.

"Duly noted my ass!" The author finally spoke.

And putting things to order, the Author began to write. See, look down there, that's a line-seperator thingy... I can do that, It's magic I tell you, Magic, makes things look neat!


Chapter 4: Orcy-talky.


Two day's had passed since Yagadash, family and all met with Tyrande. Two days… two whole days!

Felerias groaned at that fact… and sullenly mourned her past days with growing passion.

Yesterday, there were arguments amongst two divisions, two factions of Yagadash's children drawn on two equal sides, the wrong-doers and those who had done right.

It had started out with a paper sheet of scores laden out on the wall, a list of chores that were to be done on this or that day. Felerias thought that it was an excellent idea two days ago… but she found out a day later how wrong that assumption of be.

Twice, Felerias saw as one of the children lied, scrawling down their name over someone else's, removed their sibling's name and quickly leaving. Felerias didn't raise the question with Yagadash at the time, she didn't want to interrupt the family and its inner workings.

Invariably, it was that fact, the sole fact that some of the children lied, and the fact that those who did the chores took the blame from their father, these were the cause of yesterday's arguments. A fight broke out amongst the children. Yagadash interceded and soon discovered that he had been lied to. With iron-haste, Yagadash quickly apologised to the two children that were wrongly accused of not finishing chores.

Yagadash then turned to the rabble-rousers and raised his voice to a great depth, such that metaphorical mountains would shake from the volume. Indeed, Felerias thought she could see branches quaking from outside the house.

The two wrong-doing children stood blank-faced and slightly scared as their father spoke on and on for roughly six minutes about honour and duty and about doing the right thing. One of the children did a 'pretend' yawn during it… and got chewed out in prompt fashion by their father.

Felerias thought that it was interesting and somewhat comedic hearing about honour from an orc. Felerias quickly stopped herself from that track of thought, because he was an 'Orsimer' orc and not a horde orc. That difference itself was made more apparent with each passing day. Felerias thought that she would not mind getting along with the 'Orsimers'… if all 'Orsimer' were like Yagadash.

Today though, Felerias relented, was full of repeated hammer-swings… the sound they made reverberated through the cellar and into every plank of wood inside the house.

If Felerias was hung-over… she knew she would be out puking from the window-sill by now. In her sober state though, she felt every reverberation through her head… and the memory of her sleep-hungry dreams were vanished to dust. This racket, this being awoken early in the morning, it was unholy sacrilege on a Saturday morning!

Felerias clothed herself and rushed down to the cellar, words cocked deep within her mouth and ready to be released on the Orc upon sight.

But, she stopped herself from slinging a barrage of crude-words when she saw the two right-doers and their Father working on a red-hot piece of metal.

"That is not right Blaise, when I strike my small hammer and leave, you strike with your large and stop after… I set the strike and you follow along."

Blaise looked up at his Father's guidance. Yagadash looked down at his son and saw how fatigued that Blaise really was.

"Alesan, take over from your brother."

Blaise visibly shook, but followed along with what his father had said and passed on the large hammer to his brother.

Alesan smiled whilst Blaise quickly pulled up a chair and started to watch the scene intently, eager to learn more about the beginning arts of smithing.

Yagadash quickly reached for his tongs that were hanging off a pouch inside of his leather apron, then seized the heated metal and set it back inside of the forge for several moments.

"Alesan, get ready… follow along with my swings."

Yagadash hastily retrieved the now red-hot piece of metal and set it back down onto the anvil before setting the tongs down and retrieving his small hammer.

"Alesan… on my strikes."

Yagadash, with his experience, eyed down were it was best to proceed onwards, and struck his hammer downwards over that very spot.

Yagadash lost his nerve when Alesan almost sledged him across the wrist.

"ALESAN!"

Alesan paled backwards and almost cried out.

Yagadash gave out a quick breath and tried to cool the situation down, whilst getting his son to continue striking down with his large hammer. "Forget my anger Alesan, hit… hit… hit the metal!"

This time, Alesan tried again. For four solid strikes, Alesan succeeded.

But, on his fifth strike, things changed.

"Alesan, follow my strikes, don't charge ahead."

Alesan tried again, and was somewhat successful. Then with eagerness and overconfidence, Alesan began to exert more and more force into his swings, growing more and more wild with each successive strike.

"No, don't do that… this is metal, ease the metal, work with it, don't force it… this is not a troll's skull!"

"But Dad…"

Yagadash with his nerves struck, responded like fire.

"Don't Dad me, work with the flow of things or leave!"

Taking the comment with full force, Alesan quickly dropped the hammer and left, tears in his eyes.

Blaise quickly took up the fallen hammer and struck as he did before, this time with a new eye for things.

Blaise appraised Alesan's performance of what did not work when he saw Alesan's swings and what did work. With the previous experience of having used the hammer before, Blaise took his combined experience with what he saw his father doing visually, and began to make an educated guess on what to do, or on how best to do so.

Yagadash struck, and so Blaise returned with a light but firm swing towards the metal with the heavy hammer. Yagadash struck again, and Blaise returned with a similar strike, and over time the metal took shape, from a block of metal to a half-formed bar of steel.

Yagadash stopped his swings, dropped his hammer and seized his tongs again, dropping the heated metal back into the forge.

Yagadash turned around for a moment and looked towards his son with a proud expression both in his face and in his voice. "Blaise, like music, ting-ting-ting. That is the noise of a blacksmith, Blaise keep this up!"

Blaise, being shy, responded even-handedly. "I watched Alesan and thought I should not strike too powerfully, but also to follow the sound… like you told us to."

Yagadash retrieved the now red-hot metal from the forge with a grin on his face. "Your swings could use more weight behind them, actually." Yagadash dropped the red-hot metal back onto the flat surface of the anvil before retrieving his hammer. "But, until you start striking perfectly every time, focus on hitting on the tune, it's not all about strength… this is what Alesan needs to learn."

Yagadash struck the metal, and Blaise followed to the tune as best he could, his young mind trying to detach himself from everything, only to follow the tune of the hammer strikes.

When Yagadash stopped striking and returned the metal back to the forge for reheating, Blaise issued a quiet statement.

"Dad… about Alesan, please be nicer to him."

Yagadash turned, face struck with shock. "What about him, what do you mean?"

Blaise quietened for a second, thinking up on what to say. "Dad… he looks up to you… I think what you said earlier hurt him. Please do something about it."

Yagadash was about to reply back… but, thinking about the subject more, stopped himself. Yagadash quietly took a hand around Blaise, surprising his son and forcing him close before scratching through his son's hair.

"Such a caring person, Blaise, I will talk to him."

Blaise quietly murmured aloud. "Please don't say it was me…"

Yagadash laughed aloud. "Oh, afraid I might tell your brother how much you care about him?"

Blaise sighed to himself. "No, I just don't want to be teased."

Yagadash turned back to the forge, retrieving the red-hot metal by the tongs.

"Son, you are Twelve years old now… if you get teased, kick-em in the balls."

Blaise blurted in shock. "Dad… I would get in trouble!"

Yagadash grinned. "As long as whoever you kick isn't the son of someone important, or a dragon, it should be fine… just make sure you run away before anything happens."

Felerias, feeling that she was now intruding, turned to leave.

-thump-

'Damnit!' Felerias thought as she clumsily knocked into a table on her left side.

The sound of the disturbed table carried through the room, drawing all attention to herself. Yagadash didn't care all that much, while Blaise on the other hand saw Felerias and felt as his cheeks burned red.

Yagadash noted that with a smile, knowing exactly what that meant.

"Don't mind Blaise here, he is very shy around attractive women."

Felerias was about to speak up, but was interrupted.

"Dad, Felerias is not an attractive woman…"

Felerias's ear's twitched and pangs of repressed anger rose within her mind.

Yagadash laughed. "Ahahahahaha, Son that is cruel."

Blaise lowered his head slightly, humiliation present. "She… well… Felerias… I mean you are a beautiful girl… I just… umm… well…"

Felerias sighed to herself, before calming the boy down. "It's alright, I think I know what you are trying to say."

Blaise looked up again, a smile forming on his face. "You do?"

Felerias decided to apply humour. "Yeah, you think that my boobs are too big, don't you."

Yagadash rolled his eyes, and then laughed at Blaise's comment.

Blaise was shocked… he didn't know how to reply. "Err… I don't mind them as they are."

Felerias stuck out her tongue to the boy, before easing the situation. "I'm teasing you, boy."

Blaise smiled again. "I know… I'm used to my dad's comments by now, he does this all the time. I'm just not used to a girl making jokes, an adult girl."

Felerias nodded her head, before deciding to offer her own question to the group. "So, what are you two doing?"

Yagadash shrugged his shoulders. "Baking a cake… what do you think it looks like we're doing?"

Blaise grabbed the large hammer, but turned his head to face Felerias. "We are stretching out this lump of steel to make a sword out of it."

Yagadash struck his hammer down. "Yes, that."

Felerias noted a lack of sparks from each strike. "Are you two working with good steel? I've noticed a lack of sparks from your hammer strikes."

Yagadash quickly turned his face, stopping his hammer as he did so, an expression of surprise showing. "Yes…you've worked with metal before?"

Felerias shook her head sideways, no. "No, but I do like to watch blacksmiths working, sometimes they tell me about this or that, or about the processes, but I don't know anything beyond that."

Yagadash assumed a quick smile… Felerias knew that smile all too well. "Well, what do you think of me… working?"

And, after letting that word slide on his tongue, Yagadash assumed a 'heroic' pose, showing off his muscles. Felerias rolled her eyes… to her it was more apt to say that it was a horrible, revolting pose.

Felerias quickly turned her back and left.

Yagadash however, laughed. "Hahahahaha, leaving huh… you're just jealous of my beauty!"

Blaise took a breath, taking reprieve in the fact that he had a brief time to rest his aching arms.

Yagadash turned his head back to face the now cooling metal.

"Hey dad…"

Yagadash looked to his son, concern showing. "Yes son."

Blaise quietly sighed to himself for a moment, composing himself before speaking. "Do you like Felerias… in that way…?"

Yagadash picked up on what his son was trying to say, and immediately offered his reply. "Not romantically, no. I do like her because she is an attractive woman with a brain in between her ears, but she's a bit annoying, especially when she offended me by saying I shouldn't be a parent to you all. Anyone who says that will get an ass-beating."

"So you would have sex with her then?"

Yagadash quickly fixed in on the word sex… then laughed to himself upon realising that this was the first time that his twelve year old son had ever said that word to his face.

"No, yes, why are you asking? Do you want a mother?"

Blaise quickly nodded his head up and down. "Well, it would be nice having one… I like Felerias, I don't know why though… I just feel like she is a nice person."

Yagadash dropped his hammer down on the anvil before reaching his hands out to hold onto his son's shoulders. "I know… I will try to find a woman to settle down with who is good to us all."

Blaise dropped the large hammer to rest on the side of the anvil then gave his father a hug. "I liked Serana too, dad."

Yagadash sighed to himself. "Sometimes things don't work out like we want them to. I am sure she had a reason why, perhaps she was afraid she would hurt us."

Blaise withdrew from his hug, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah… I think you are right. Sometimes I just don't get it… but other times I try to figure out why Serana just disappeared on us."

Yagadash quickly tried to think about something else… anything else to escape Serana and his memories of her.

Yagadash brought a smile to his face, trying to ease the tension. "What about Lydia? She would make a fine mother…"

Blaise giggled at his suggestion. "She can barely cook… she would also strangle Lucia for not doing the dishes…"

Yagadash laughed. "Aye, she would also get angry at Sophie for tracking dirt in the house… or accost her for trying to sell flowers without a trading license."

Blaise smiled. "Oh, Alesan would love her… tell me about the battle of Whiterun he would say, she'd probably run out of stories to tell before too long."

Yagadash laughed. "Remind me not to date Aela either, Alesan would bother her all the time with questions!"


-Three days later-

Otaktay Strongwhisper carefully stalked his way through the brush, finding his destination after a few moments.

'An interesting house of wood. It's crafted differently than most of what I've seen before.'

The warchief, ever the careful sort, had employed spies through most of the capitals of the Alliance's races. They received word of a orc who was very human-like, and furthermore, that he was the cause of the magical disturbance that rocked through the world for a split-second.

Before he could think further, he felt an impact against his chest. Upon reflection, he realised that a toy arrow had just bounced off of his flesh, imparting more of a shock than any real hurt.

He looked further onwards and saw his attacker, a human girl.

"What do you want, cow-man?" this girl asked in a snarky, slightly amused tone. "And don't think of coming closer, Or I'll hit you in the balls!"

Otaktay let out a big, hearty laugh in reply.

To this, the Tauren felt an impact on his thigh, near that certain part of his anatomy that she said she would target. He shut up at that.

And then he saw a Night elf appear from the house, an arrow nocked and pointed right for him, a real one this time.

"Tauren... back away from the child, or I will kill you!"

Otaktay sighed. It seemed he was dealt the short straw with this mission, the threat of emasculation by a child was not something he should usually consider, amusing though it was. "Night Elf... do you know of a man called Yagadash? I was told to relay a message to him, on the behest of the warchief, Thrall."

"For what purpose?" The night elf said.

Otaktay looked to the night elf, unfurling a piece of parchment from a satchel. "I do not know, I was told to hand this message into the hands of Yagadash himself and then I was told to return back to Orgrimmar by portal."

The Night elf sighed to herself, pulling the arrow from her bow before calling out into the house. "Yagadash, you have an... 'important' visitor!"

Otaktey heard shouting back a moment later. "Alright alright... you sour-faced blue lady, I'm coming I'm coming!"

After a few moments, a figure emerged, roughly six feet in height. He was dressed in a white robe that reached down to his ankles, and wore a cap over his head. It seemed as though he had just got out of bed.

"Good day..." The 'orc' looked him up and down. "You're a Tauren then, I take it? Your name?"

Otaktay quickly responded back. "Yes, I am Otaktay Strongwhisper of the Horde. I was sent here to relay this message to you."

Yagadash slowly moved towards the Tauren, taking the message within his hands. He removed the seal and began to read what was written.

After a few moments, Yagadash smiled, turning his head to face Felerias. "Well then, 'guardian'... look's like you get to 'follow' me to Orgrimmar."

Felerias quickly blanched at the prospect. "What!?"

Yagadash ignored that for a moment, instead his attention was focused on his daughter, who held her bow out towards the Tauren. "Put that bow down, Lucia. Don't you go making trouble again!"

Lucia pouted her lips. "But!"

Felerias quickly piped in. "I believe she shot the Taur..." Felerias quickly paused to recall the Taurens name. "Otaktay... she shot him in the chest, threatened that she would hit him in the balls, and then shot him on the leg when he laughed at her threat."

Lucia quickly loosed a toy arrow at Felerias whilst she quickly shouted out in protest. "You damn traitor!"

Felerias gave Lucia a quick glare before flicking out her tongue towards the girl.

Yagadash palmed his head . "Otaktay... It seem's you've met my 'guardian'... Felerias, and my daughter, Lucia. She is... quite the character. Don't worry though, my other daughter is far nicer... In fact, she's right over there by that window sill, watching us right now." Yagadash pointed her out to the Tauren.

Otaktay looked up, a smile showing on his face as he looked towards the girl. The girl quickly ran away in response.

"Don't mind Sofie... she get's shy around new people." Yagadash then gave a quiet cough. "So... why don't you come inside then?"

Seeing no reason why he shouldn't comply, Otaktay lowered his head and followed behind the Night elf and Yagadash.

Otaktay had to admit that he liked the interior, it was well crafted... but he found himself liking the murals on the cross-beams, the depiction of wolves and warriors carved delicately, and the scrolling pattern on one of the sides. Yagadash noticed that and quickly piped in. "I did all of that... you don't want to know how long all of that took me. Nordic carving is the best, in my point of view, it just... has that rustic charm about it."

Otaktey was intrigued, he had never heard of that word before. "Nordic?"

Yagadash struggled to find a way to explain. "Azeroth has humans... of differing kingdoms, yes? Humans from where I come from are similar but different to those here, these Nord's are born from humans that came from Atmora, who traveled to a land called Skyrim, who battled snow-elves and would eventually form an empire. These Nords are great warriors who are well attuned to the cold. They are very warlike, Hah, I love them... but that is practically because I am raised Nord!"

Otaktay was shocked. "What?"

Yagadash grinned. "Well, I was an orphan raised up by Humans... heh... and bandits too. I've heard that the Orc's here have a hatred of humans. But that is not necessarily the case for our Orc's. We are some of the finest warriors for the Legion, hah... let me show you something."

Yagadash quickly pointed out towards a mannequin that was facing the back of the house. "Do you see that, that's Imperial armour. There are thousands just like it, Humans, Orc's, Elves... they all fight in the legion. I fought in that very armour, I toppled a regime that sought to make a civil war in my homeland, in that very armour. I am a successful land owner, you could call me a lord. I think I owe most of that success to the Legion. I'd say, all things considered, that I've done pretty well for myself. Of course, your humans may well be different from our humans, but I'm not dismissive of those pink people... they prove themselves too damn capable. Great looking women, too!" Yagadash grinned at that thought.

Otaktay had committed all that Yagadash had said to memory, trying his best to hide the shock of Yagadash's words. This was important information to have on hand.

Yagadash sighed. "So, this note says that Thrall usually expects a small gift in exchange for hospitality... what would be a great gift then? swords? armour? gold? I must after all, make an appearance!" Yagadash then did a dramatic swaying of his hands.

Felerias quickly knew where this was going and palmed her face in response.

Otaktay nodded his head slowly, he was confused by the eccentric 'orc'. "Thrall will be happy to receive any gift that will benefit towards the Horde."

Yagadash quickly assumed a swaying gesture. "He'd hate roses, then... Hahahaha!" After a moment, Yagadash grinned. "I think I have a few things that might work. Allow me some time to ready my children and I. I cannot let my appearance be shoddy, I didn't get this far to look like a peasant."

And so Yagadash quickly proceeded to gather up an assortment of objects and other goods. Upon reflecting on what he himself would like as a gift, Yagadash proceeded to gather up a cask of spiced wine. He then grabbed an extra snowberry crostata that he had baked yesterday. Then he looked through for some gold and silver goods that might make for a nice gift and settled on a gold necklace. It was braided of four gold wires by two silver wires that were coiled tightly into chain links with a large ruby jewel hanging from the bottom that is surrounded by eight garnets, six emeralds, four small sapphires and six pearls. The visual effect was ostentatious... but a little too much for Yagadash's taste. He had it made at the request of one of the finest jewelers in all of Tamriel for the meeting with the Emperor. He hadn't worn it again afterwards, but it would be more than fitting for a gift. He also gathered up a golden ingot and two bags full of septim's, that tinkling sound as they jiggled was a heavenly fracas of metal against leather... he counted it all out to thirty coins per bag, and he personally scraped each one of those coins against his tusk to ensure that they were of good gold, anything that scraped against the teeth was likely an inferior, counterfeit coin that was mixed with another metal than gold. He also ensured that their was no evidence of clipping, none was found, the coinage was sound.

He also mused over whether he should have added in two book's to the collection, notably 'The Lusty Argonian Maid one and two'... as a practical joke. Sure, it might not seem diplomatic... but Yagadash wasn't trying to be diplomatic, at least not fully. No... this was for a laugh... Orc's loved this kind of joke... from Yagadash's own experience with his own people at least. Surely it wouldn't go down wrong, would it?

But he later relented and realised that making the right first impression was the most important thing, instead of some lame joke or prank.

And, since he had everything of note, he bagged all those items up into a burlap sack that was otherwise lying around, unused.

Then he shouted out through the house, his voice a-booming, such that it shook the vases and the window-sills. "Get dressed you lot, I want you in your best clothing!"

And after saying that, he went to his room, readying himself in the exact same fashion with the same clothing that he wore when he went to visit Darnassus and Tyrande, although he decided to adorn his Ebony longsword rather than his fashionable arming sword on this occasion at his hip. He came out of his room and spotted his four children lined up for his appraisal, all of them dressed in their best, colourful clothing greatly tailored to fit their forms and make them look like little, noble adults, the sight was adorable to him, those little dragonborns. They looked huggable, and that was exactly what Yagadash did, he brought them all around his arms and he hugged them all into a tight little ball, they were apprehensive. "Dad!" was the word that all four children uttered at the near-same instant.

Felerias was greatly amused, Otaktey was wildly confused, and Yagadash was simply smiling with a devilish grin. "Mutiny, I shall not have it! You four oafish louts dare refuse the hug of a son of akatosh, don't you dare make me kick you down to Coldharbour!"

Yagadash pulled away from his hug after a moment, now adopting a serious tone. "Be on your best behaviour, you know what I mean."

Yagadash rolled his shoulders back and forth for a moment before speaking. "So, Orgrimmar, right?"

And before he knew it, A portal had opened.


The reception seemingly didn't go down well... to put it in the kindest terms. 'This might not have been the best place to have brought my children.' Yagadash thought on reflection. Sofie was positively terrified.

Everywhere he looked, Orc's were looking at his family and himself as though they had no rights to exist, and the looks the Nightelf received... that was some true hatred right there. The blue people that he heard were called 'trolls' were less 'in your face' about it. The small people called 'goblins' didn't really care. There were a few of those 'blood' elf thing's, though he didn't know why they were called 'blood' elves as Felerias was reluctant about providing information on them.

Seeing the hatred she got from what few 'blood' elves their were though... well Yagadash wasn't a complete fool about such things. That hatred was likely earned in some fashion.

"Hey, I know I'm martial... I get that... but this?" Yagadash turned to face Felerias. "I don't act like that, right?"

Felerias smirked. "You do... just not to that level. You don't stare at people like you want to destroy them completely and utterly."

Yagadash sighed. "You think I need to beat some sense into them... should I 'Fandral' 'em?" Yagadash finally added onto his comment in a sarcastically mournful way. "This Is getting kind of tiring, beating everybody up. I already earned my retirement from the amount of dragons I've had to slay... and civil war, vampire war, killing... and stuff."

Fortunately... and Yagadash didn't know which Aedra or Daedra to thank for such fortune... A group arrived which pushed them away. Otaktey smiled at this... he also didn't like the reception, and he was also a horde member, but he, like most Tauren, favored tempered reactions over outright violence or aggression. "Those men are of the Kor'kron, please note their armour so that you might remember who to look for in this great city if something goes wrong for you or your family... As you can see, the people here can be violent. The Kor'kron guard are the houseguards of Thrall, the Warchief. Nothing should go wrong, you are guests here, and Thrall will ensure that any wrong-doers will be exiled to the Barrens."

Alesan hastily raised his voice, observing an Orc who was seemingly laughing at his father... a man surrounded by the 'Kor'kron' with a big wolf pelt over his head. "Hey dad, who is the one with the wolf on his head?"

Otaktey scanned the group, noticing the man who wore a wolf-pelt over his head. "Ahhh, that man is Nazgrel. I have heard that his loyalty to the warcheif is unwavering."

Alesan decided to be brash. Sure, he was surrounded by scary orcs and cow-men, and blue-men with three fingers, and little people with big noses... but so what, his new dad was an Orc, his new dad was awesome. This was how Alesan felt, within his heart. He also had a reputation to maintain, he did, afterall, represent the 'Nords', he was going to prove that he was worthy.

And thus Alesan rushed towards the group of Kor'kron guards, approaching in front of the wolf-headed man who was called Nazgrel, of course, he wouldn't say that, being who he was at his age and for how much the lack of his name would belittle the tall orc-man. "Hey, Wolf-man... Did you kill that wolf that you are wearing?"

Nazgrel didn't know how to react, not with children, and especially not with human children. Was the little boy taunting him? Or just being curious?

Nazgrel replied back truthfully. "Yes..."

Alesan couldn't help with the manner in which he replied. "Have you killed a Dragon? My dad has killed at least twenty... and ended a civil war!" And, Alesan made sure to shout this out, to ensure that the people heard him. He hated those looks, those judgemental looks that he and his family and especially his father received. His new dad advised him to not be judgemental in life, and though he tried to ignore his father on that matter, especially with Blaise, the looks he saw here were on a new level, and incited him to action. "You hear that, my dad might be strange, his clothing might seem outlandy... outland-strange, you may laugh at my dad, but you cannot even hold a candle to my father, he would beat you all!"

For a second time, Nazgrel was shocked. 'This kid...'

Blaise, being the more tempered child, hastily tried to stop the situation from growing further heated. "Alesan, stop!"

And to further incite things, Lucia stepped in. "Yeah Alesan, tell them. Don't look at people like that unless you have something to prove, My dad will rip off your balls!

Yagadash was watching the situation unfold with confusing amounts of pride for how his family were sticking together and trying to defend him as a person, the way that Alesan referred to him as a father, but he also felt anxious for being put on the spotlight as well as anger for how his children were inciting conflict that he was trying to avoid. 'What in the Nine divines do I do now?'

"Children!" Yagadash shouted, his tone was the like of which his children had not heard before.

However, it had no affect. What the children had set in motion could not be stopped. A few Orc's rushed in, trying to grab at his children... Yagadash put both of his hands to his longsword and released her from it's sheaf. The ebony blade, beautifully sheening, was set in a ward placed to hover behind Yagadash as he ran, the sword like a tail behind him.

Alesan shouted out again to the orc who was trying to threaten him, the orc that was rushing towards him with hostile intent. "Hah, do it, kill me... I'll go to Sovngarde!"

Otaktey quickly grabbed Sofie and Blaise by the wrists and pulled them up above his head while he stomped around, trying to dissuade any would-be attackers.

Felerias, noting that her bow would be useless from such close distance, threw one of her glaives towards an onrushing Orc, killing him as it hacked through his arm and bit into his ribs, he bled profusely, the outjutting blades sticking out crudely, it was a nasty sight. That man stared at his wound with his face in disbelief... his axe dropped to the ground with a small thud, and then that man fell down, moaning in pain before dying.

Yagadash rushed towards Alesan, who was about to be grabbed and thrown to the ground, but Yagadash shouted aloud, his heart racing with adrenaline, fear and anger. "WULD NAH KEST!"

And, using the dash of speed to his advantage, stepped in with his left leg and hovered his blade upwards, the pommel laid against the back of his right wrist, that motion smooth and well practiced, and with that upward stroke, like paint to a canvas, came blood. The momentum was great, the strike honed, and the Orc who dared to hurt his son was lacking an arm.

Yagadash followed through with this strike by stepping in with an attack from above with his right leg moving forward, his hips aiding him in his effort. The strike came down with grace. The blade lodged itself through the orc's skull, It was not a pretty sight, and Yagadash had to kick the corpse in order to free his blade, lodged into the skull as it was. It was brutal, a brutality that Yagadash was used to. This primal rage slow-tempered by years of experience, It was a feeling that he knew, a feeling that he somehow missed, with reluctance. His family was the most important thing now, in his heart. 'Nothing more, nothing less, Malacath preserve my children!'

The Kor'kron guard quickly formed a defensive circle around Yagadash's group, and the city promptly returned back to normal. This apparently was not a complete unknown in the city of Orgrimmar, although not exactly common.

Nazgrel looked down to the boy who started this event. "Well human, look at what you've done. Your 'father' c..." But Nazgrel was interrupted by Yagadash.

"Alesan, Lucia, here!"

Felerias knew exactly what was about to happen. Yagadash held up both children by the neck of their clothing, he said nothing, but his face showed everything. After what felt like a minute, he released his grip.

Yagadash turned to face Otaktey. "Return them home... now. Felerias, go with him." Yagadash felt wrong with the way that sounded. "Please." He finally added, his expression showing his concern to Felerias, who in turn quickly nodded her head.

Yagadash was not happy. Not at all. His good mood was sufficiently ruined. He could have handled everything completely fine by himself. 'Have I failed at being a parent, like Felerias said I have?'

Otaktey lowered both Blaise and Sofie down to the ground. Yagadash noticed them and spoke to his two other children, trying to raise his mood. "Well, at least you two can come with me, if you want? You can have anything you want!"

Blaise tried his best to form a smile, but he couldn't. He did however, grab Sofie by the shoulders and enticed her to go along with him. "Come on, he said anything. Maybe he will get you something new to play with, like Nipper?"

Sofie came along, begrudgingly and only when she held onto Blaise's hand.

Nazgrel sighed, speaking directly to Yagadash. "Time to meet Thrall."


Yagadash had calmed down by the time that he entered Grommash Hold. He also saw one of those 'Trolls' at attendance, as well as a few Kor'kron guards.

Thrall was the first to speak. "I see you have found yourself into the fine city of Orgrimmar," Thrall paused for a moment upon seeing the children. "Who are these children?"

Yagadash gave a polite bow, waving his puffed hat from side-to-side as he had seen in Cyrodil. "Your excellency, Great Chieftain of the Horde who Is known as Thrall. I am Yagadash Gro'Nolooth, I am also known as Lord Yagadash, also known as Yagadash the 'sunderer of dragons'. I am a lord who has the direct ownership of large swathes of fertile land in three provinces, from Skyrim to High-rock. I am also known as Dovahkiin, after my voice, the very voice of the dragon tongue, my very voice that can send forth destruction on a whim. I must extend to you my apology for my," Yagadash paused, bringing up his children's names off his tongue with a grimace. "Alesan and Lucia's actions."

Thrall was very confused by this, he had no idea about what had occurred outside. Nazgrel quickly informed his leader with his report. "His son was angered by the stares that his father had received... and 'defended' his 'fathers' honour." Nazgrel tried his best to appease Thrall, and after a reluctant moment he told him of his own possible involvement in that event. "I feel as though... I am 'somewhat' responsible, I should not have laughed at Yagadash's 'appearance'."

Thrall spoke up. "I... see."

Nazgrel quickly replied back. "One of his other sons... that one on the left of him right there." Nazgrel quickly pointed out next to Yagadash, towards Blaise. "He tried to stop his 'brother'. But then one of his daughter's incited the situation further. Two of our men are dead, both of them tried to reach for his children, to stop them. Yagadash killed one, and the Night-elf killed the second, both of them were of the Warsong clan."

Thrall gestured for Nazgrel to come closer, enough that Thrall could whisper into Nazgrel's ear. "Ensure that Garrosh does not find out about this until later... I don't care what you have to do, do it."

Thrall waved Nazgrel away before turning back to face Yagadash. "I won't be requesting any 'reparations', not at this point."

Yagadash turned to face Blaise, gesturing for him to move forward.

Blaise, remembering his own tutoring about how to act like a noble, quickly spoke in a level and even tone. "I, Blaise, son of Yagadash, offer you this gift, at the request of my father, Lord Yagadash. May it serve you well and find value with you, Thrall, Great Chieftain of the Horde. May Shor guide you, and Akatosh preserve you"

Blaise then moved forward, bowing on every third step. He lowered the burlap sack down to the ground, and returned back to being behind his father, turning and bowing towards Thrall on every third step.

Vol'jin came towards the burlap sack and opened it up carefully, alert for any form of devious intention. Vol'jin calmed down when nothing bad was revealed.

Thrall looked at the contents. Examining them carefully.

Thrall hefted the necklace in his hands, observing the item closely with an eye towards the detailed object in his palm. He was impressed by its construction. He wasn't normally impressed by pretty baubles, but he had to admit that the craftsmanship was excellent, it could surely be sold for a sum of money. Vol'jin was also impressed. "It be like a Dwarf made it."

Yagadash smiled, speaking up again with pride. "Dwemer? No, that was made by Madesi, he used to be poor, but now he has a shop called 'Legendary Argonian craftsmanship', he became renowned because of my 'patronage', I only wore it once to court, now he probably struts around in Riften, pissing off Mavel Black-briar with his success."

Thrall remembered the words that Yagadash mentioned mentally whilst he checked through the contents, he was going to bring these up later. "San's spiced wine?"

Yagadash answered back. "Evette San sells that in Solitude, the main Imperial city in Skyrim. Ever since I had my first drop, I have been a humble patron. My endorsement alone saw her into being a successful merchant in less time than it took me to say it, It's become fashionable to drink it in the court... Hah, I might drive the Cyrodilic court to alcoholism!"

Thrall looked to the next item, a small object wrapped up in a small, delicate box. Thrall opened the box and saw some kind of pastry dish.

Yagadash answered for Thrall. "Snowberry crostata, fresh out of my oven." Yagadash refused to mention that it was fresh out of his oven... from yesterday. It would still taste good, though, so it was not worth mentioning.

Thrall didn't know what to do with the small pastry, but Vol'jin took it from Thrall and took a bite, his facial expression showing visual delight and ecstasy. "Dis be good man."

Thrall finally grabbed the golden ingot. It would be worth a sum of money, and could be turned into a form of currency. The two bag's full of coinage was not as useful, though they could be melted down and recast into a form of currency. "This... is the money of your people?"

Yagadash offered a short reply. "Yes, cast in the Imperial city using very pure gold, finely smelted and made into those fine coins. We call them 'Septims' after Tiber Septim, the man who became Emperor and started what we call the Third Era. He held the voice, the ability to shout like my own, he ascended when he died and eight became nine... that is to say that he became a god, Tiber Septim the man became Talos the god." Yagadash sighed. "But to the High-elves... these are green bastards from where I am from, particularly the 'Thalmor'... a group of those bastards who are quite fanatical... they oppose the idea that a man can become a god, damn Thalmor, they started a war over that very thing."

Thrall listened on with interest. "A war?"

Yagadash sighed. "It was before my time, really, and I must tell you about Tiber Septim's heirs, and the amulet of kings. Personally, I was born just after that event, what was known as the Great War, which lead to the signing of the White-Gold concordat. This will take some time to explain, I have a lot that needs to be said."

Yagadash began to recall the events from what he remembered reading through in his personal library. "There was a drop of blood, the blood of a god that became a crystal, a crimson gem, the gemstone of an amulet of great power. You see, there are bad gods in our world, we call them Daedric lords, their servants could come into our world at a whim, mostly. But Akatosh made a pact, that so long as only those of the blood of Alessia could wear the Amulet of Kings, then shall a dragonfire burn. This dragonfire kept the Daedra from invading our world, when it was lit."

Yagadash paused for a moment. "There were times when the Amulet of Kings became lost, where Daedric lords would use this to their advantage. There was a time when three alliances arose, three groupings whom fought over a vacant throne... this lead to nowhere, really. Tiber Septim would find the Amulet of Kings, he had the blood of a dragon, the Dragonfires were lit again. A successor of his died, the Daedric lord Mehrunes Dagon invaded Tamriel when the Dragonfire was vacant, unlit. We would have been screwed, until a bastard son pretty much used the Amulet and killed him off, while also sacrificing himself in the attempt. Tiber Septim's line died then... and as all conflicts for a throne begin... it was inevitably bloody. I am likely wrong on bits... but this is what I can remember."

Yagadash looked to the floor. "So there was fighting for who should take over, who should be emperor of an empire that was shaken? No heirs to a throne, but a powerful empire, an empire mostly unified... a throne just ready to be taken, a powerful army to be utilized, what a tempting prize. The answer is quite simple, it was a complicated affair, An affair I know little about, but the 'Medes' took control, that I do know about. The Empire of Septim became the Empire of Mede. But, like always, people take advantage of things like this. Slowly the territory of the Empire began to erode away, but the Thalmor, they used this to their advantage."

Yagadash smashed both of his palms against his cheeks, to emphasise his next words. "There was a Great war, which pitted a beleaguered empire against a strong Thalmor alliance. The empire lost, peace was made, the White-Gold concordat was signed, Talos worship was outlawed, Hammerfel became part of the Thalmor. The Nords of Skyrim, a people of a nation wreathed in cold and snow, they are a very devoted and martial people, a very loyal people who widely supported the empire. They where rightly incensed by this, the outlawing of Talos worship at the hands of the Thalmor. Like Shor, Talos spoke to their hearts, A warrior who became an emperor who became a god. To some Nords, this act was seen as treason, some saw the empire as no longer worthy of their trust, others tried their best to keep the matter secret, to worship in secret."

Yagadash sighed wistfully. "I was born after the White-Gold concordat, born in the hundred and eightieth year of the fourth era, but you could feel it in the very air. You could feel that something was about to happen. I was born, I was abandoned outside of an orphanage in Riften. I could feel it at the age of three, at the age of six, at the age of ten, like a whisper telling me that something was wrong. The stormcloaks were born, Ulfric as it's leader, he lead a determined band of like minded individuals, the hearty nords. They were right... in a way, what they did, they raised up their arms in rebellion." Yagadash smashed a fist against his knee. "But a rebellion against the wrong people. The empire was already strained, it was precarious, it needed everything to remain the way it was, it needed to remain stable and buy enough time to reforge itself again. The Stormcloaks raised their arms and went to war against the Empire, Ulfric was an honourable man, but he was also wrong. What was his intention after seceding Skyrim from the Empire? The Thalmor would surely use it to their advantage. I ended Ulfric, I fought for the empire because it was the right thing to do. This civil war came about during the prophesied return of an army of dragons, this was the time that lead to my rise to fame. This is my 'golden age'. The story ends there, mostly."

Thrall spoke up. "And what of the Orcs, your worlds 'Orcs', where are they in all of this?"

Yagadash laughed for a while. "You would surely hate to see it. They mostly serve in the empire, an empire mostly made up of humans, orcs fighting and dying for a human empire. But you are from Azeroth, and I am from Skyrim, and we are a very different people. I am quite jealous, If we were as large and as strong as you are, well... It makes me jealous. We do as we must, we are simply part of a large world of many different people. We don't come from another world, which is where you came from, so I have heard."

Yagadash saw the look on Thrall's face. "We are a part of our world, Thrall, just one part of it. We can be tough and loyal, but also independent, we are not eight feet tall but we fight to the best, and If you are the chieftain of a tribe, you can have about twelve wives." Yagadash pulled out his tongue to Blaise in a joking manner. "All I got was four children!"

Vol'jin spoke aloud. "Da empire... what it be like?"

Yagadash shrugged his shoulders. "I have nothing to compare it to, blue-man. I know that you do not like the humans here, but Azeroth's humans and my world's humans could be a very different people. I know that I am loyal to the empire for what it stands for. I have heard that you seek for unity among like-minded individuals, that you are branded as 'The Horde'. I will be honest, I think that it is very stupid to fight, The Horde and the Alliance both, stupid. But sometimes we do as we must, we do as we feel is right at the time, we bear the consequences and the rewards of our actions. I have no wish to be either. I do not want to be in the Horde or the Alliance, I want to be left alone."

Thrall spoke in interest. "Who are you?"

Yagadash replied back with a laconic answer. "A person."

Thrall continued to gaze at Yagadash, forcing him to reply back in a more meaningful manner. "People say that I am the dragonborn, that I am some great hero. I say differently. Yes, I am a dragonborn, but I am just a man. I am not a hero, I have done great deeds, but I did them for the empire that I believe in. There are things I've done that I regret, things I've done that I will be remembered for with big smiles for a thousand years to come. Through it all, I am simply a person. People like to say that I am this or that, but I never feel like that. I am me, me is who I shall be. I like me. I like my wealth, I like my clothing, I like my home, I like my cooking and I love my children."

Thrall sighed. "It is unfortunate that you have not thought about joining the Horde."

Yagadash sat down on the ground, not really caring for how he might be perceived by doing so. "I've had enough of conflict, I've ended a Civil war, ended a dragon invasion, ended a vampire uprising... ended too many things. I'm done. I want peace, a peaceful world is all my heart is after, but all I find is conflict and war."

Yagadash sighed. "But, I might possibly be up for sale, as a mercenary, a sell-sword. This, however, would have it's own cost."

Thrall listened in with interest. "And that cost?"

Yagadash sighed. "Ashenvale forest, I live in the east of it, that is where my estate is. I know that there is an operation there to chop down trees, I know that it is run by the Horde. This will have to stop... do this, and I might become available."

Thrall looked stern. "And how do I know if you are any good, a so-called Dragonborn?"

Yagadash smiled, swaying his puffed hat in an eccentric wave. "Why, your Chieftain-ness, you will have to trust him at his words. You can always simply return back to logging If he were to die, or should prove to be worthless. But if he is proven, you must keep to your words. On the other hand, I could also offer my services as a blacksmith, forge a few weapons or armours if you want, you never know, you might like what I make."

Thrall dismissed Yagadash. "They are owned by the Warsong clan. I am not going to halt their logging camps and alienate them."

Yagadash looked to the sides before speaking aloud. "Ahhh, I see. You profit by their actions, as a side-effect of it being from some other clan. You certainly have power over the Warsong clan, but to enact something contrary to their own ambitions would be a perceived slight on their part, it might even raise negative sentiments among other clans. You gain from this because you must surely take some of that timber to be used for numerous things, perhaps to bolster your war-efforts. I might be wrong, this is Azeroth, not Tamriel, but I've seen similar things."

Thrall refused to agree or disagree with Yagadash's statement.

"Regardless," Yagadash said. "I have spoken enough. I have told you much about myself, but I know nothing about you, Thrall."

Thrall agreed. It took several hours to hear the full story, but Yagadash was greatly informed by hearing about the events.

Yagadash left the city soon after. He was declared a neutral entity, he had the assurance of Thrall that he would be safe from any Horde encroachment into his house or territory. Yagadash wasn't so sure about that, his instincts told him to be careful about the Horde. So what if they were made up of Orcs, Yagadash came to realise that even though they were orcs, they were different. This world was different.

Yagadash had to be careful. He had a family he had to keep safe, a family to protect.