Crazy Troll Theatre (CTT/CET)
Welcome to the Crazy Troll Theatre and its sister-offshoot, Crazy Elf Theatre. You know who you are.
Exodus (The Zion'deh tribe along with myself are switching servers to Wyrmrest Accord)
The plan had been to enter Zuldazar, learn information of the wolf primal’s whereabouts, and then simply charter a boat out. Later she’d return to save the primal to ease Dutaee’s guilt prior to his death. Plans don’t always work.
Somehow the Servitor had been made aware of Hakka and Jol’s presence, known enemies to the Zandalari, and a party of guards along with the intimidating huge Servitor worked their way through the crowds. A troll hissed a warning to run, and run they did.
They ran so much without thought that the two trolls found themselves at sea, Hakka struggling to stay aloft with no thermals hours away from the shore and Jol’s heavy armor on weighing down on her more. The bat gradually lost altitude until they hit the water.
It's the Little Things
I went to bed last night happier than I’ve been in a long time. It’s easy to ignore how lonely you are when you hardly see anyone else. Nothing to compare it to, after all.
But last night so many friends showed up, even falling from the sky! Strange to see how much they’ve changed alongside all the ways they’ve stayed the same.
The Longest Awkward Silence in History
Hakkajin’ju slammed her bare fist into the troll’s face repeatedly. Both of them were entangled in the other’s limbs, each trying to keep the other from the surface. The water slowed their attacks, but regardless, if enough force was applied the effect was still satisfactory!
Identical Opposites
Hakkajin’s body could scarcely hold up the weight of her plate as she staggered towards Elledro with hefty pants. Her gauntlets were threatening to slip right off her arms due to there being hardly any mass to keep them steady.
“Fight me!”, it came out in a gasp. Her shoulders were sinking under her armor’s weight, but she still wanted to fight. She had to prove herself.
..but to who..? To him, or to herself?
Kitty Diary V.2 Entry 1
Hakkajin woke up to the dainty beams of light from the cracks of the doorway drumming on her temples. “Ughzhz….”, she moaned. Another hangover. Swell.
Ashhoof is a Meanie!
It was oddly cold; infact, she was completely aware of the cold, grainy wood beneath her. A bit too aware. This was how Hakkajin realized that she was --
Taking Break
I can't say if it'll be permanents or not, but overall the gameplay roleplay time I'm getting in isn't worth $15 a month. However, if, say, something really fun was happening IG I'd renew for a month to hang out with you guys, lol.
Walking Him Home
(( Originally posted 12/14/06 on Realmportal ))
I put my hand to his hand.
It's cool and leathery. The night air is just beginning to leech away the heat.
It is not unlike when we were all in the cave in Dustwallow, waiting for him to wake up. Word of mouth passed quickly through the Horde: Gaark is dying.
They're Calling Him Home
(( Originally posted 12/13/06 on Realmportal ))
"Avi ran into Gaark, Tabi."
"Mm hmm?"
Loving the Unlovable: A Reunion Pt. 1
(( Posted by screaming demand of a certain pink-haired Trollgirl ))
Sleepy Time -- Yesterday
Something was wrong. The ground kept slithering beneath her feet and her body wasn’t exactly responding in the ways that it should -- this state couldn’t possibly have anything to do with those twelve jugs of liquor she had drank fifteen minutes ago; nope, not at all!
Posters!
The following can be found near auction houses, banks, entrances, and flight masters of major horde cities and Shattrath..but since it's written in orcish, alliance members wouldn't be able to read it anyway:
Awkward Situations
Dutaee was acting a little weird. Not that she knew him particularly well; he had become her newest freaky stalker for the past three weeks or so, just randomly popping up to chat no matter how well she had tried hiding herself.
Mu'alin and Skychaser, as told at the Laughing Zhevra
((The story as told at the Zhevra, sans any other text besides Khabiba's and those who directly spoke to her/made her interact. With a minimum of modification for clarifications and such.))
Crazy Shaman Shit (Part 1)
Hakkajin woke up on the dusty red ground of Durotaur. The air was cold and dry as usual, but there was a strange silence set upon the place. She stood and when she went to dust her armor off she discovered to her surprise that she had none.
The Laughing Zhevra
Same Zhevra, same place. Thanks to Ghurab for covering for me last week!
Phobia
She stared blankly at the bonfire in front of Darkbriar Lodge in Orgrimmar. She rented a palet there to sleep on. Even with troll regeneration, the majority of the bruises and cuts had not healed. Khabiba's mind was a mess.
