After their close escape from the orcs. Makumba was starting to question the wisdom of taking off in the middle of the night with Fierced, with no water,no rations,and no clue as where they were going.The wily druid seemed to have some idea of where their destination was.. unfortunately she didn’t seem too willing to share the information with Makumba. Several times they dodged the patrols of orcs that seemed to be spread out all over the Northern barrens,and watched as wagons of oil, wood and meat, heading for Orgrimmar were attacked by revolutionaries,and oddly enough some of them were Alliance.
” We could use some of that meat, they are carrying, we just need to wait for the right time to strike. ” Fierced pondered , her face stern and set as they watched from an overlooking bluff down upon the caravan making its way over the dusty plains.
” and dem orcs, ain’t gonna like it..jest how we gunna pull dat off,heh?” Makumba groused irritably, as he rubbed his chin.Fierced pointed her finger at a small group of raiders forming in the brush ahead, on either sides of the road.
“There! while they are keeping the guards occupied, we need to sneak in , take what we need and disappear amidst the confusion.It will give us enough food to keep us going for a few days at least.” Makumba listened and had to give a grudging nod.. with all the renewed activity in the Barrens . it was getting harder to go hunting,without getting caught by patrols,or competing predators such as the lions and hyenas ;the game was getting scarce day by day..and this plan sounded good ..in theory but he still had his doubts.
Slowly they made their way down to the brush behind where the caravan would be when the raiders attacked . Fierced had the advantage,using her catform, she inched her way down, in stealth.her coat blending in with the terrain.Makumba did his best to keep up but he was no match for the stealthy druidess. They waited patiently,and watched for their moment to strike. They could feel the vibration of hooves,and wheels under their bodies ,and heard the rough language of the orcs. anytime now.. wait for it… then as if on cue, the raiding parties sprang out of their hiding places, and attacked the caravan.While the orcs ran out to meet them, Fierced crept to the back of the wagon, letting the scent of the meat fill her nostrils. She didn’t expect an orc inside of the wagon guarding, and barely dodged the axe that was aimed for her head. However she did not escape unscathed., the momentum of the axe carried through cutting into her shoulder, through flesh and bone. She let out a roar of pain, and lashed out with her claws to tear out the throat of the guard. Changing back to her troll form, she tried to heal the wound the best she could ,with her limited healing.Though she could not heal it completely, she managed to stop the bleeding,and healed the bone enough so that it wouldn’t grow back crooked.However that action had cost her valuable time, and she was only able to grab a couple of small pieces of meat.before rifling through the dead orc, retrieving some small amount of coin, though not much , was more than she had seen in her lifetime.
Makumba hearing her pained cry, rushed in ,to find the druidess injured ,her blood staining the slain’s orc’s axe.and knew he had to get her out of there.He could see shock starting to set in, he grabbed a couple of bedrolls, and some meat,before he helped her out,of the wagon,and got her out of the chaos. Her colour was off but she didn’t look like she lost too much blood, he supposed that was due to her limited healing.. she had only recieved it just before she left Sen’jin..perhaps..once they got to a village of their kind, they would have to seek further training in the healing arts for her.. Makumba had a sinking feeling in his gut that this was going to be only the first injury . They made it back to their makeshift camp,and Makumba quickly wrapped the blanket from one of the bedrolls around her,before he got out the bandages from his pack.Taking a small vial of precious red liquid, he put several drops onto the bandage,and quickly wrapped on the wound,making certain that the liquid found it’s way into the open wound. The cut was deep but not as bad as it was originally.. judging from the angle,and the amount healed.. if she didn’t have her healing, she could have easily lost her arm. as it was.. that arm was going to be crippled if they didn’t find a healer soon.
Though he didn’t show it.. Makumba was scared.. he came very close to losing her..and could still lose her if they didn’t find a healer.. though bloodloss was no longer an issue.. the fact of the matter, she was seriously injured..she couldn’t do much without the use of her arm.He was afraid to leave her alone by herself,but at least they had some blankets,and a little food. Much to his surprise, she showed him what she had taken from the dead orc.. it wasn’t much a couple of gold, 27 silver and a few coppers, but for two trolls down on their luck.. it was a small fortune.. they needed to be careful. The gold they would put back for emergencies,and use the silver sparingly.If they could get out of the Northern Barrens,and into the South. their chances of survival would improve.
For the following couple of days, Makumba did everything he could to help make his companion comfortable but it was obvious that she was in alot of pain, and any movement she had in her arm was now lost due to the swelling .Desperate,for hope ,Makumba didn’t hear the hoofbeats approaching their encampment but Fierced did ,and she whispered ” We have a visitor ” her normally strong voice was weak.
Makumba pulled out his bow,and whistling to Vasha, went out to greet the stranger. Hidden amongst the rock and trees, the little encampment was hidden from the road but that didn’t make vigilence less important. There were still many dangers that lurked ,and it was foolhardy to let one’s guard down. Looking down upon a black clad figure astride a massive black horse, Makumba let a cold smile cross his lips …human.. this will be fast. Drawing his bow, he began to notch an arrow but a rustle from the brush across them made him freeze..the sound catching the stranger’s attention. Sliding slowly off his mount, the dark clad stranger, pulled out two deadly looking scimitars that blazed and glowed in the light, like twin suns themselves.. Makumba fairly gawked at first, and his eyes fixed covetously on the twin blades; now THAT was a prize! However that changed the dynamic of things.. if this human had the skill to wield those twin blades, Makumba would be in serious trouble,leaving Fierced alone, injured and unprotected; he couldn’t take that chance. Still he did have the drop on the human moreorless.
” Drop dem pig stickers ,or ay’ll fill ya wit arrows ” the troll barked forgetting that his target probably didn’t understand orcish. Much to his surprise a deep thundering voice came from the stranger , speaking in perfect trollish, his dialect that of the Darkspear trolls themselves ,Makumba was rocked back on his heels, at a loss at what to do next..his shock even more apparent when the stranger turned to look at him, piercing him with an azure blue gaze,as the stranger raised his hand slowly to show Makumba that he wasn’t going to attack but merely placed his blades at his hips to indicate that he meant no harm. Somewhat mollified, the rather embarrassed troll tried to regain his bravado., but it refused to come back , intimidated by the steady self assured gaze of the stranger .
” You are along way from home , brother troll…how are things in the Echo Isles ?” the stranger asked, shocking Makumba even more so ..and he got the uneasy feeling he met this stranger before.
” Bad,, real bad..dat tick has my people locked up like animals… dey kill dem day by day..sayin dey be traitors..but de only traitor is Hellscream! Den we hear dat tick had Vol’jin killed..now dere be no hope ” Makumba explained ,his shoulder slumping . The stranger looked up at the troll and pulling his mask from his face winked slyly ” Oh..he tried.. but he failed …don’t give up brother..you have more allies than you think..there is always hope.” Makumba fairly gaped at the stranger ,recognition suddenly dawning on him.. he knew he saw this stranger before..during the liberation of his people after the Kor’Kron came to lock down their homes in the Echo Isles…Thrall, a stranger from Pandaria and this one ,had helped overthrow the Kor’kron and freed the people.Lowering his bow , Makumba whispered ” Yer dat same elfie dat saved us from da Kor’kron..” the stranger nodded grimly ” I came back to fulfill a promise made to a dying father,but when I returned to Sen’jin, I was told that his remaining family vanished in the night.. no one knows where she went.Probably just as well… things getting worse,” Makumba stiffened slightly..he knew who exactly the stranger was referring to.. ” We left Sen’jin..in da middle of da night..people were getting killed every day..we didn’t want to be next ” the stranger cocked his brow but nodded,before asking ” Where is she now?”
Slinging his bow to his back, the troll jumped off the ledge, and lead the stranger to the little encampment ” She..was hurt a couple of days ago.. her arm.” he explained gruffly as he opened the flap that served as a makeshift door, leading the stranger inside .Fierced seeing Makumba was about to speak ,then tried to rise in a hurry but the stranger kneeled down speaking lowly ” You are Balaar yes? Your father has spoken much about you.. he says you have a strong spirit . He wanted me to tell you he can’t make it home.. the spirits have called him home to be with your mother and great mother ” the young druidess looked stunned at the news “How?..did you know my father ?! “
Sadly the stranger shook his head ” I served with him in Panderia, he was a strong warrior,and a good man.. you would have been proud of him ..” Fierced whispered hoarsely “How…did he die ?”
There was a tic in the stranger’s smooth cheek as he bit out ” He was betrayed….by the same orcs that tried to assassinate Vol’jin. It was a set up by Garrosh.. he had Vol’jin meet him in a secluded place ..so when we arrived ,he had hired assassins to kill us all. Your father was one of Vol’jin’s body guards,and he fought ferociously but one got past us and backstabbed him. We managed to kill the assassins as well as the orc who lead them..but we lost your father in the process.. I’m very sorry I couldn’t save him ” he explained mournfully his face somber. She nodded grimly ” Then its up to me to avenge my father on that fat worm that calls himself warchief.. he will know pain ..and suffering ” her red gold eyes flashing, and wet with tears. He handed her a crudely made amulet ,decorated with feathers ,and silently she took it..her face crumpling in tears when it finally hit her that she was truly alone.
” Your friend here says you’ve been hurt .. what happened?” he askes gently not wanting to interfere with her grief but seeing how she couldn’t use her right arm. He unwrapped the wound,and saw the signs of infection,as she explained. He takes a packet of herbs ,and a bottle of whisky out of his pack before setting it aside. Pulling out a finely crafted stiletto he sets it aside, much to the consternation of the two trolls ” Relax.. I’m not going to hurt her.. but that wound needs to be lanced, drained and cleaned ,or the infection is going to get into her bloodstream and poison her. ” he hands a bowl to Makumba ” Here, I need you to get some clean fresh water.. there is a small spring nearby , not too far from this outcropping.” the troll nods and heads out.
Taking the blade , he pours a generous amount of the alcohol on it before taking her arm, and examining it critically , before warning her ” This may hurt a bit at first but thats only because of the infection building up pressure.. we need to relieve some of the pressure, and give the infection a chance to drain out. ” she nods grimly biting her lip as he made the first incision. Like a dam, a large amount of yellowish green fluid spurted out. Taking a clean cloth the stranger dabbeed the fluid away,and pressed the sides together to force out the rest of the infection from the arm., each time ,dabbing it with the cloth to clean it. Fierced remained mute through the whole thing, her only reaction was the stiffening of her body, as he drained the fluid from the wound. Makumba returned with the clean water, which the stranger took with a smile of thanks before adding some of the herbs into it. Taking a clean cloth from his pack, he soaked it in the water,and wrung it slightly before he began to clean the open wound which looked less raw. Shaking a bit of the herbs into wound ,he quickly rubs an ointment on the edges , letting it soften the skin enough and numbing before he stitches it with a needle and some silk thread , in what could be described as an emergency first aide kit. After the arm was stitched, he wraps her shoulder and arm soft clean bandages,and fashions a sling to keep her arm elevated and reduce the strain on her shoulder. Makumba and Fierced were amazed and looked to him in question. He merely laughs and explains as he puts the kit away. ” When you have travelled as much as I have , you learn to pick up these things.It always pays to be prepared for these things, and it never hurts to learn the basics of first aide.. you never know, the next life you could be saving is your own.” Mixing some other herbs in a cup of water, he offers it to Fierced ” Here drink, this will help the healing process..and make you stronger..it will make you a bit sleepy, so take this time to rest.” The young druid took the cup , grimacing at the taste but drank it down.She began to feel it take effect immediately ,and slowly drifted off.
Makumba rubbed the back of his neck , unsure what to say next .Though he like travelling with Fierced.. there was no way he could protect her, and hunt at the same time .He needed help.. he was about to ask when the stranger stated ” Yes, I will help you ..just by seeing her condition its going to take more than a few days for to get use of that arm of hers again.She will need help ,and you can’t do it alone, while trying to get the both of you fed,and protected.” He rises to his feet and goes over to Makumba ” Don’t worry , she is strong . she is her father’s daughter,s he will recover .. she’s lucky to have a friend like you ” his words making the lanky troll blush to the roots. Awkwardly the troll introduces himself ” I.. be Makumba ” the stranger grins , the whiteness of his smile splitting the darkness of his lean features ” I am Rajheev ibn Sulimari…I used to go by Slavya Felwhisper ,,but alas that name is not safe for me any longer.” the elf explained ruefully. Makumba nodded in understanding.. instinctively knowing that even being here was a risk for their new companion.
” We are going to have to get mounts for the both of you..for ease of travelling and for quick getaways but for now, we should find a more secure camp..this one is a little too close to the road . I have a feeling we will be here a few days while our friend is rebuilding her strength.. best not to take chances .You stay here , while I have a look around..don’t worry , she will sleep well onto morning which she needs most.. I trust she didn’t get much sleep with her arm the way it was ” Makumba nodded and muttered ” She dem near lost it ” before he went to sit next to the sleeping druidess. The tall elf nodded before he pulled the mask up to cover the lower part of his face,and went to seek a better location.
IN what seemed like hours to Makumba , their new companion returned,and informed him of the new camp not far from where they were currently located. They gathered the few items, and fashioning a crude stretcher of sorts ,they placed the sleeping druidess on to it,and carried her to the new location.,where they set up camp. Set well away from the main highway , it set in deep cave, with access to fresh water, and near hot water vents, so that to the casual eye any smoke could be mistaken for thermal vents.. the cave was warm , heated from the underground.. it was perfect. Setting up the bedrolls,they made the bed for the injured female as comfortable as possible ,to avoid causing further injury to her , before setting her on it, to sleep. The elven warrior quickly got a fire started ,and began preparing a meal for the two of them,making Makumba wonder what other tricks this warrior had up his sleeve. Vasha was curled up beside Fierced, her body taking in the heat from the stone , ever so often twitching in her sleep. The heat, the good food and the last few days caught up with the troll, and he found himself dozing off shortly after. Covering the other troll with a blanket, the blood elf known as Rajheeve sat in the entry of the cave,smoking a finely carved pipe of fragrant tobacco.. it was not something he did all the time but only when he needed to stay awake for extended periods of time .As the new guardian of these two hapless troll youths.. it seemed like the logical thing to do ..