Thrall

(A/N:Next week will have a goal for powerstones since there is usually a lot more growth for the novels when I do that. It will only be one goal though and will be relatively easy. Morningstar poll is still up on discord. This novel will get a poll sometime soon.

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As we approach the gates the two green-skinned orcs standing at either side acknowledge Lor'Themar as we pass. He doesn't seem to notice as he still looks queasy from the displacement magic.

As we enter the city my first reaction is confusion. Most of the buildings look to be simple wood, stone, and hide. None of the structures look older than a few years.

I just follow Lor'Themar with observant eyes. I notice the streets are full of greater variations of races than both the Undercity and Silvermoon. There are seven-foot-tall bull-like humanoids walking around as if it's commonplace. I assume these are the Tauren's I was informed of.

Lor'Themar walks straight to a large building with two stories and plenty of windows. The sign outside reads "Broken Tusk Inn" in a disgusting looking language that is more like symbols than letters.

As we walk into the inn a female orc standing at the counter greets us. The inside is a very lively atmosphere with undead, orcs, tauren, trolls, and blood elves alike drinking merrily.

Lor'Themar curtly puts a gold coin on the counter "We will take two single upstairs rooms." He speaks in a throaty sounding language still sounding drab and upset.

The orc woman smiles as she slides the gold coin under her hand into her pocket "Of course. Grehlga, take them to a room." She gestures at a younger orc girl towards us as she speaks.

I follow the young girl as she leads us to our rooms "So, is that woman down there your mother?"

The girl turns to look at me with surprise, even Lor'Themar is surprised. "You speak Orcish?" He asks.

"Of course. I'm a God, I speak all languages." I say with a shrug turning back to the girl.

"Yes, she is my mother, I've worked here since I was little… she doesn't let me touch the alcohol yet though." She says with a small blush continuing up the stairs.

I nod as we reach the first room to which she opens the door and gestures in. Lor'themar just nods in thanks as he looks at me "I'll see you in the morning then."

I just smile and nod. I follow her down a few doors and she opens one across the hall.

She stops me as I'm about to walk in, she leans in "So, are you like a human?"

I laugh a bit "No, I'm undead, as well as a God but that's beside the point."

She lets go of me with an embarrassed expression as she nods her head and runs off. I step inside the room to see a simple bedroom setup. The bed is very big, nearly 10 feet long. There is a nightstand with a candle and a dresser to keep stuff on the side.

As I sit on the bed I make the decision to not sleep tonight. The bed is uncomfortable, insanely so compared to the one in Silvermoon. I stand up and walk out the door heading down the stairs.

I am tempted to find some people to drink with but I feel it would be a nice change of pace to wander the city at night. I walk out the door and am greeted with the evening sky between the valley cliffs above head.

I began wandering the streets attracting the gazes from the curious citizens. I suppose it is rare for a nearly eight-foot-tall human-looking man to be walking the streets of this city. As I walk the winding roads I notice a path in the cliffs leading up behind a small pond so I follow it.

I'm sure the view of the setting sun will look nice from the cliffs above. Walking up the path I notice there is not a single person on it. It is a stark contrast to the city streets below which were crowded even at this time of day.

Once I get to the top of the cliff the small path opens up into a large area on a slightly curved cliff overlooking the city. The bottom of the mountain is a steep climb showing how well-fortified this city is. Perfect for a defensive position.

As I step closer to the edge I notice an orc in robes and a hammer hanging from his back sitting on the edge of the cliff cross-legged. The hammer on his back looks to be a one-handed war hammer with a dire-world engraved on the center.

Without turning he speaks to me "Odd, I did not see you coming, but now that I feel you it's like the sun is standing behind me."

"You are an observant one. You can see my power naturally, you must be very powerful." I say as I step closer behind him.

He shakes his head "I am weak. The longer I live the more apparent that becomes. Without the elements I am just an old warrior." he holds up a hand blocking the light from the setting sun.

I sit next to him "Mortals power is limited without relying on something other than themselves. Using what you are gifted with or what you are granted is not a shame."

He tightens his fist as he looks at me "Who are you."

I give a friendly smile "I am Lorian. Just a wanderer at the moment."

He nods "Well, wanderer. I am Thrall."

"Ah, you are the one Lor'Themar spoke of. So. Why is it that you want power?" I ask leaning back.

His brows raise a bit "You know the Blood Elf huh? I need power if I am to lead the horde properly. The outlands have shown me, I am not ready for what is to come. So how can I ask those I care for to follow me?"

I shake my head "This is the worry of every great leader since the beginning of time. There will never be a time you feel like it is enough. I would know. You have to believe not in yourself but in those who stand behind you."

"Prepare not for what may happen but for all you are able. If you find yourself unprepared for what lays ahead, then step forward with the confidence knowing you did all you could. It is the duty of a leader to have the confidence to step towards the unknown, to be the shield from the dangers that lay in hiding."

"If you are too weak to carry on then the next will take up arms in your stead. All those who follow will march confidently that the path is correct and the way is clear." The sunsets as I finish my small speech.

He stares at the last light of the sun as he thinks "Perhaps you are right. But I will need strength carrying forward.

I rub my chin as I think "Why don't you show me what you can do and I'll try and give you some pointers?"

He stands up confused "You practice shamanism?"

I shrug "No, but I'm more than powerful enough to learn it by watching though."