Jez wasn’t as good of a girl as she made people believe she was. Sure, she wasn’t terrible, and certainly didn’t have any evil intents… quite the opposite… but she loved one thing that would classify her as bad. Jez loved sex, and not always the monogamous kind. In fact, for her birthday for the past couple of years, she served as a present for several well-to-do, well-kept trolls, chosen specifically by Zij for her.
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Decades prior, Jumwa would have sat atop a throne of skulls at the centre of his secluded forest village. Nestled in the woods of Lordaeron, Jumwa’s enclave did not command great armies or respect from the other Trolls. In fact, its existence hinged much upon remaining hidden.
The vile witch doctors reign was cruel and often irrational. His quest for eternal life spared none. Children of the village disappeared in the dungeons below his manor-fortress and all were too afraid to confront or question him on it.
The cries of battle resounded through the valley, the mountains on either side locking in the war cries and the screams of pain. Jumwa stood guard at the window of the bunker he and Renkka had taken, on the lookout for alliance, his power noticeable to any. He scowled as another human spotted him and turned tail, heading away from the powerful duo.
Renkka bounced up beside him, wrapping her arms around his muscular body, kissing his arm softly and smiling up at him. “It’s okay, Master Jumwa. They’ll come, eventually, and we’ll slaughter them.” She squeezed him as he looked down at her, smiling back at the vibrant orc. Leaning down, he kissed her head, his eyes still scanning the ground below for movement.
It was raining a constant, grey drizzle in Silverpine. The ground was moist, what was left of the grass was coated in mud, and sunken into the ground was a small, young, orc lady, surrounded by broken glass. Strewn beside her, there were leather bound volumes, all written in demonic, and there were clawed footsteps leading away from her. She wore very little, far too little for being in such a cold place. Her hair was done up in two tiny pig tails, her face cleared of mud by the constant dripping of the sky.
Growling deep in her chest, she rolled onto her side, trying to push herself up from the muddy ground. Her head pounded, blurring her vision, as she stumbled to her feet. Holding out her hands to try to find something to steady herself, she took shaky steps forward, stepping onto the broken vials. She moaned in pain, stumbling forward, and stopping herself on a nearby tree. She leaned her back against it, holding herself for warmth. A tiny squirrel ran across her foot, causing her to shriek in fear, as her vision slowly returned, and the pounding in her temples dulled.
The succession crisis is over.
That was the large gray haired troll thought as he reached into an open side drawer of his large, brown-wooden desk. Jumwa pulled out a long black cigarette from the silver case there, holding it between his index and middle finger.
Dressed in his finest black, red and gold trimmed robe, he seemed almost regal at the forefront of the large office. Tall black and red banners on either side of him, held up on gold poles, and plush, gold and red couches and chairs all about gave the room the appearance of luxury, despite the obvious orcish architecture of the room it lay within.
The vile Witch Doctor known as Jumwa was tired of his failed attempts to secure the comforts of a woman, getting a little more than antsy when he first heard Renkka’s shy and soft voice over his new talisman. Before the night was out, they sat in her tiny apartment, her sipping drugged tea, him watching like a hungry predator, her loneliness and sadness apparent to anyone willing to stop and pay attention to her.
She hadn’t been her cheerful self, lately. Hathgrimm had betrayed the Tribe, Nazru had spat in its collective face (effectively ending their kind-of-not-really relationship that took on a higher degree of seriousness, only after she learned he had lost interest) and her Master, Zij, was simply too busy to pay the attention to her that she wanted.
Zij sighed contentedly, sitting down on the ground, looking up at the young orcish girl that happily followed him into the tiny, hidden, hut. “Finally alone, my dear,” he smiled, beckoning her closer.
“Yes, it’s been a long day… I think Nazru has taken a liking to me…” she blushed, looking down at the ground. “Ya don’t like ‘im, my dear?” Zij smirked, eyeing her up and down. She was wearing a loose fitting, brown top that had opened wide enough to expose a tiny bit of the dark green of her areola, with matching pants that accentuated her curves.