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So, this story has just hit 50K words! *Cue dance music* This is now the longest (and wordiest) piece I've ever written, and it only took *mumble 400 years mumble*. Thank you all for sticking with me through this. Let's go for another 50K!

Warning: Attempted seduction and Kalira.

Vol'jin, leader of the Darkspear tribe, sits before the blazing fire in the main hut. Though the Echo Isles are tropical by day, they get cold at night. Outside the rain pelts the palm leaf roof and drenches the dirty, sandy ground. The doorway stands open, flooding half of the room in the pale moonlight. The other half glows red from the fire, creating an interesting contrast on the wooden floor.

The leader of the Darkspear tribe gazes absently into the fire, his mind wandering in a hundred places at once. It is only when his ears prick at the sound of soft footfalls that the shadow hunter blinks back to the present. Keeping his body looking relaxed, he reaches upwards to scratch at his neck. But rather than chase after an itch that's not there, he slowly pulls out a small dagger that is strapped to his dark leather armor. With the cracking of the fire and the popping of the rain as the only sounds, Vol'jin spins on his heel quickly, flinging out his arm and placing his dagger at the throat of his intruder.

"I wouldn't be thinking that Garrosh be this smart to send assassins," he muses as he turns to face his intruder fully. "I'd be thinking he'd want to kill me himself."

"Garrosh is not that smart," the intruder says. Feeling a small pressure against his armor, Vol'jin glances down and sees a dagger pressed against his gut. Looking back up at the intruder, he can see her smile in the flickering light of the fire. "And neither are you."

"You best be tell me who ya are, before I gut you like a pig," Vol'jin whispers harshly.

"As soon as you remove your dagger from my neck," spits back the intruder. Looking from the intruder to his dagger and then to hers, Vol'jin slowly pulls back his and places it back in its sheath. The intruder matches his slowness and places her knife back in its scabbard. Reaching upwards, the intruder pulls down her hood, releasing her long blue ears and mess of dark blonde hair. "The Dark Lady needs your assistance, Vol'jin."

Vol'jin chuckles at the dead elf before her. "So even though Sylvanas be sleepin', she be sending her dark rangers out. What be ya name, ranger?"

"I am Kalira," she says as she adjusts her hood and her hair. "And Sylvanas is not sleeping. She is in a coma."

"So, why should I be helping ya Banshee Queen?" Vol'jin asks as he crosses his arms. "I don't be trusting her as far as I can throw her, miss Kalira."

Kalira bites her tongue and forces down her anger. "All is not quite as it seems for my Queen. An incubus called Taniel has put her into a coma and is feeding off of her soul. If you can use your powers of the Loa to cast out the demon, we can grant you any . . . desire." As Kalira says this, she unfastens the top buttons of her robe and thrusts her chest out, showing off her bosom to the shadow hunter.

"Any desire?" Vol'jin asks.

"Yes," Kalira says limply. "If you wish for My Lady's body as well as mine, it could be arranged." She slides her gloved hands down her body, tracing her luscious curves.

At this Vol'jin throws his head back and laughs, catching Kalira off guard. "It's not like you both are beauties—even in death—but I don't be wanting your bodies."

"Wha?" Kalira asks, confused. "You're a man."

"Ya mon, I be a man. I don't be wanting ya bodies. I don't roll like dat. There is no honor in dat." Vol'jin says as he motions to her chest. "Now, ya be zipping yaself up and tell me more about dis demon."

"You haven't told me what you wanted yet," Kalira says as she buttons up her top again.

"I want the Forsaken to stand with the Darkspear tribe against Garrosh." Vol'jin says to Kalira. "When the time comes to make our move against dat twisted orc, I want da Forsaken at my side."

Kalira crosses her arms and pulls at her bottom lip with her slender fingers. Looking over at the troll before her, she sighs gently. While Sylvanas and Garrosh are enemies, Kalira knows that the Forsaken are not in high ranking amongst the rest of the Horde. How was she to know that Vol'jin would support the Forsaken and not just use them as fodder to the power hungry orc? And yet, she could not think of anyone else who would help her queen now that the Forsaken are at war with the Alliance. Sighing again, she drops her arms and nods once. "I will bring it before Sylvanas after you wake her."

Vol'jin narrows his eyes and thinks over her answer. After several moments, the troll nods his head as well. "Alright. Now, what about dis demon?"

And Kalira explains. She tells him of Vicians death in Brill. She tells of the Horde Heroes and how Vician came to Sylvanas in her dreams. She tells him of the Naaru, of the Society, and of Vician's return. "It was when Vician returned that he told us of Taniel. He said that he worked with the demon and banished it back to the Twisting Nether, but he would say no more on it." Finishing her tale, she looks at Vol'jin. "Could the Loa banish a demon?"

Pulling at his tusks, the troll nods his head. "Ya mon. De Loa could banish dis demon, but I'd be needing some help. We shall leave in the morning to go see Baine. He will help us banish dis demon and make sure it never returns." Vol'jin walks to the blazing fire with Kalira in tow. "Ya be staying here with me tonight. We gonna leave at first light. Ya demons' gonna die tomorrow night."

Kalira nods her head and looks down. "Thank you," she says as a small smile graces her face.

Vol'jin grunts. "Why were ya so willing to offa ya body to me?"

Looking up, Kalira searches the dark eyes of the troll before her. "Well," she drawls, "You're a man and men are simple minded. The promise of sex is more than enough to sway the thoughts of a man. It has proved well for the orcs." Looking at the troll, she narrows her eyes. "Don't try and take a holier-than-thou stance with me, Vol'jin," she snaps. "Just because I am a woman doesn't mean that I do not understand men or the way of the world. Yes, I use my sex to my advantage and I do it because I am confident in myself. My ability to seduce a man is just a potent as my blade or my bow. I am a ranger before I am a woman, and you best remember that!" Panting softly from her speech, Kalira mentally kicks herself for being so brash. She may have just broken her only hope for helping her love.

However, Vol'jin pulls his head back and tilts it to the side, gazing at the trembling elf in a new way. After staring at her for an insurmountable time, he nods his head and says simply, "Okay."