Title : The Ambassador
Author : KailaRosa
Pairing : Own Female Character / Garrosh Hellscream
Story Rated : R
Chapter Rated : M-Rated
Disclaimer : I do not own any material from Blizzard Entertainment, except my High Priestess Rosalyne, and sadly, I do not own Garrosh Hellscream :(. Everything is the property of Blizzard. Most of the characters in the story are from the lore, except Rosalyne, Kol'kar, Vicarus and Aleeria who will have an appearance in the recap memories. Please, do not use any character, unless you have explicit approval. Both me and LinnScarlett are very protective of our babies. Thank you!
A/N : Recap from last chapter! Garrosh Hellscream was afflicted by a curse that left him in a coma. Rosalyne had to take care of the grumpy Orc and deal with the unfriendly members of the Horde, as she's trying to save their Overlord. Varok explained to our Priestess how come the Mag'har is so angry and hates the Alliance. Also, we learn who's our bad guy... Which I also own! To have a better view of where the last chapter happen, go do your Icecrown dailies, with the Writhing mass :)
Chapter 5 – Dealing With The Curse
Warsong Hold was even more guarded then ever these days. Their leader, Garrosh Hellscream was still unconscious from his trip in Icecrown and encounter with some random curse. Saurfang was taking care of the Orc warriors and shamans, leading them under the name of Garrosh.
Rosalyne was finally able to breathe. Her body ached, from head to toes, due to the lack of sleep. The past few weeks had pushed her to a limit she didn't know she had. At his arrival, Garrosh is still in a very bad shape. Kol'kar, his best warrior, had brought him to the Hold with the help of a couple more Orcs. All the remaining army escaped the cursed place before being touched by the plague. They feared for the life of their leader. Garrosh would have been mad to see them flee like cowards. But what was a Horde without their first in command?
For days, Rosalyne and the Shamans at the Hold took care of the Mag'har. Still unconscious, Garrosh was building back strength. Slowly. Shaman after shaman relayed beside the Priestess' side to heal him. Not one minute did she stop praying the Naa'ru to help the Orc in his inner battles to free himself from the dangerous death ahead. Her constant demands were answered by the Light.
It took quite a while, but the Orc's health finally stabilized. That day, Rosalyne finally went to sleep, exhausted. All that mattered now was her own health. Even though he was still sleeping, Garrosh wasn't so agitated as the moment they brought him in the Hold. His closest Shaman, Juun'la told her that he was usually more agitated in his sleep at night. It was a good sign that recovery was slowly happening. Rosalyne couldn't ask for a better development.
Every minute of sleep was reinvigorating. She wasn't sleeping on the chair beside the Orc's bed anymore, like she had been in the past. Sleeping in her bed for a day was now enough. Rosalyne could feel her power coming back, even if it wasn't entirely. She thanked the Naa'ru for giving her strength and wisdom to help her endangered friends.
Well... Garrosh wasn't really a friend. Although, the Priestess was still scared of losing him. All these months of working by his side made her realise that sometimes, the Overlord wasn't a bad Orc. She eventually learned his story as well. Saurfang told her all about his father and how he was sick back in the Outland days. She felt like his actions were dictated a little too much by all these events. I should probably check on him. She thought, putting on her simple white dress.
She walked to the room where Overlord Hellscream was being kept. An Orc was at the entrance of his room, a smile on his face, obviously waiting for her.
"He's awake. I told him what happened." Announced the male Orc.
"Thank you, Overlord Saurfang," said the Priestess with a bow, "I'll go take a look."
She opened the entrance's curtains and was taken aback by the furious voice coming from inside the room. As she expected, the Orc wasn't very happy with his current situation. She had barely moved herself aside as the plate he had held in his hand hit the wall beside her.
"I don't need to be fed! I'm not invalid, you wench!" yelled Garrosh, the long gone snarl now back on his face.
Stepping up between the two servants, Rosalyne looked directly in the Orc's eyes. "Overlord, their actions are only because they care about you. They saw you almost dead." replied the High Priestess, then turned to smile at the two shamans who nodded back at her with respect.
It took a while but the Draenei priestess got accepted by the Warsong Hold people. Helping the very ill Garrosh into gaining back almost full strength was what made them realise she was more an ally then an enemy for them. It has been six months now, and she could finally say that Warsong Hold was the closest thing of a home, ever since Theramore. Even if Garrosh daily succeeded to almost make her regret her decision...
"Milady." Murmured one of the two Troll females. Rosalyne nodded at her, knowing the woman wanted to leave hastily. They bowed slightly before departing.
Garrosh looked at the display in front of him with narrowed eyes. Since when did his people start to obey her orders? The Draenei was still Alliance, no matter what. When both of his servants were gone, he turned towards Rosalyne. He looked at her, a suspicious look in his eyes.
"What have you done to them?" Garrosh growled, clenching his fists in anger, gripping at the cover on him.
Rosalyne blinked. So he thought she... The fact that his servants were talking to her like a normal person, part of their Horde, must be inconceivable for him. All of this was suddenly her fault. Well, truth to be told, it was part of her doings; after all, she helped them cure him. The Orc was very suspicious, but she didn't blame him for that.
"I've done -nothing-." she said, crossing her arms on her chest, daring his angry look with her serious one. "I stood by your side night and day while you were in that coma. A damn curse got you. That's why you are like that, unless you forgot!" Anger was quickly taking over her. That Orc was getting under her skin so quickly. With great efforts, she breathed out, closing her eyes, trying to gain her self-control again. She looked him in the eyes once more. "I fought that curse with your shamans. We healed you. I guess they understood that I'm not an enemy, more an ally to the Warsong Hold. I saved their leader after all."
The brown skinned Orc still glared at her. He believed her. After all, her face still showed some sign of her sleepless nights. Her usually sparkling eyes were almost lifeless, and he felt sorry for the priestess. Garrosh frowned, cursing inside at the thoughts he had.
"Is the curse completely lifted?" Asked Garrosh, trying to change the subject to escape from these thoughts.
"I believe not, unfortunately... We tried to remove it, but I'm scared that we will have to fight whoever put that curse on you to remove the effect." Rosalyne explained, a frown on her face. "One of your men said he heard the name of whoever did that to you... You might have memories of a name they spoke. We need help to find who it is. Do you remember anything before you killed the Cult of the Damned?"
"I don't know... I have fragments of memories. I didn't take part of the killing."
Rosalyne nodded at the Orc. "Please, get some rest." She stopped talking, pondering at what to say to him. "If you want to kill that person, we'll need you in your best shape. I know it can take some days. Be patient. You'll be free soon enough."
Bowing, she decided to take her leave, not waiting on his answer. She had to visit the Orc who spoke to Saurfang about knowing the name of their attacker. Garrosh though, was laying down on the bed, his mind a whirl. All these things she said to him, about the curse... He had to look in his memories. Search for a voice, name, something to remember. However, all that he could think of was her voice. He brought a hand on his face, groaning. He had to admit, the Priestess was pretty, in her standards. Garrosh couldn't let himself get controlled by his emotions. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else then the Draenei. She was the reason why he had been so careless back in Icecrown. The Overlord grunted, shoving the cover off him. He needed to clear his mind.
Kol'kar brought in a tall green skinned Orc named Gul'zad. He was standing in front of the female Draenei and Overlord Saurfang, telling them what happened in Icecrown. How they met the small portion of the Cult of the Damned on their way back to the Hold. How the Orcs got the curse. The name he heard. Apparently, it was Vicarus, a warlock. He didn't have much information about him, except that when they met the Cult, it was near the Aldur'thar, near the Shadow Vault.
The Orc troops got intercepted by some normal members, but there was something more important that none of them felt. They carried the curse with them, that they used on the cauldrons. He explained that many warlocks were killed under some unknown circumstances. The Orcs didn't expect to face such strong enemies in magic. Their leader were down because of the curse. They were told to fall back, and to bring him back at the main Hold. When Kol'kar left with Garrosh, a bunch of Orcs went after the ones scouting the bridge part of Aldur'thar. That's where they confronted a small group of Cultists. Orcs had been victorious, although Gul'zad suspected they were testing them. He ordered to leave immediately for Warsong Hold.
Rosalyne and Saurfang dismissed Gul'zad to discuss further strategies. Both of them met with Garrosh in his room, giving him the information they gathered from the warrior. The Orc was sitting on the bed, both legs hanging on the edge. He looked weak still, which worried the Priestess. She didn't do anything though, scared of him overreacting. Garrosh looked at their as their explained what happened with Kol'kar's and Gul'zad's words.
"So that Vicarus is the one who did all this to me…" growled the Orc, looking down at the floor. After a minute of thinking, he looked up, a serious look on his face. "I need all my best shamans. We are heading to Icecrown tomorrow. We'll prepare our mounts and food portions today. Priestess, you will join us."
Rosalyne blinked then nodded at the order coming from the Mag'har Orc. "It will be a pleasure to join you on this excursion. I've never been to Icecrown." she admitted.
Garrosh nodded. "I'll need full healing support… From what I've seen the past few days, I need someone beside me all the time or I'm falling… ill again. It's aggravating, but I can't do anything about it unless we kill that piece bastard."
Rosalyne didn't say a thing about the harsh words coming from Garrosh and Saurfang didn't seem to care. The older Orc nodded at Garrosh. "I'll watch over Warsong Hold for the time you will be gone, young one."
The brown skinned Orc nodded back. "Do so. Let's start to make our provisions and get the mounts ready." In one swift move, although slightly clumsy, Garrosh moved his feet to the side of the bed. Standing up, only dressed in his underwear, he started to walk clumsily to his armor. "By sunrise, we leave."