Trails in the wilderness

Out in the middle of the Stranglethorn jungle, a ways north of Grom’gol, there’s a hill where a big chunk of zeppelin wreckage is jammed into what’s left of a tree.  It’s been there for years – I guess at some point before the Horde had established settlements here, a goblin zeppelin crashed somewhere in the jungle.  The chunk of wreckage stuck in the tree is all that’s left of it.

(By the by, is it my imagination, or do these goblin airships seem to crash an awful lot?  How exactly did these flotatation-device-needing motherfuckers manage to land their zeppelin-service lifetime contract with Thrall?)

When Nimboya’s contacts in Bambala turned up in the form of that hunting party, they brought some news with them from that spot in the jungle.  Seems that in the last day or two, some large piece of burlap has been flapping in the breeze from the wreckage, and loads of random pieces of armor have been turning up – both on some of the animals in the area, and laying around on the ground near the wreckage.  Since that sounded familiar enough, I headed over to see if there was anything else that could lead us to that Tembw’bam fucker that the DEHTA hippies were talking about.

Hoo boy, was there.  But I’m getting ahead of myself.

When I got there, sure enough, there were helmets and gauntlets scattered all around the place, along with a few stray swords and axes.  Tattered cloth caught in the wreckage up above looked to be the remains of a standard frostweave bag.  My best guess is that our boy was flying by with some bags full of armor and weapons, got one of the bags caught on the wreckage, tore it, out spills that bunch of his junk, and off he goes.  Now, as for how the fucker managed to cram two swords, a couple axes, five helmets, some mail leggings, four pairs of boots, and a dozen gauntlets into a backpack…well, don’t ask me to explain the physics there.  Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve wondered that about someone, to be honest.

So I was scouting around the tree on the hill, looking through some of the gear that had dropped and trying to see if I could take a guess at which way the dude had been going, when lo and behold, a druid in flight form comes zipping over and tries to grab up some of the stuff in his talons.  Of course I started off trying to reason with him.  By which I mean drawing Gorehowl and showing him the reason why this whole shebang was a bad idea on his part.  Or, well, tried too, because he was a dodgey son of a bitch.  Fucking bird.  He kept zipping around in the air, and smacked me a couple times with one of the gauntlets he was carrying, then turned into a cat and pounced on me, then he did some shit as a bear, then he was a cat again, then a bird, and more zipping around, and OMG fucking druids.

So yeah, that was annoying and all, but here’s the fucked-up part.  While I was trying to smack him down, he was going on and on monologuing – only he wasn’t monologuing at ME.  Dude just kept yammering on to himself, or to the other voice in his head, or whoever the fuck it was he thought he was talking to who wasn’t me.  But he sure as fuck thought he was having a conversation with somebody, ranting and yelling and finding every single thing around him absolutely fucking hilarious to boot.  And agreeing with himself a lot.

The one thing that came out of all the yammering was that I was able to confirm that the flappy fucker was who I thought he was – our prime suspect Tembw’bam.  Seeing as he addressed himself by name like two or three times.  The down side was that after we spent a few minutes mixing it up, he must have realized that it wasn’t happening – either that or the voice in his head remembered it had a meeting with Greatfather Winter and the Noblegarden Bunny – and he flew off.  I hopped on Mortimer and took off after him, but he had already gotten a pretty good head start at that point, so I wasn’t able to catch up with him.  I did see where he went off to, though.  Last I saw him, he was flying into the ruins of Zul’Gurub.

I’m at the entrance to the ruins now, and just fired off a flare to get the rest of the crew down here.  It shouldn’t take them long to arrive, and at that point we can head in and see what Captain Double-Speak is up to.

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4 Responses to “Trails in the wilderness”

  1. Fletcher Says:

    Wait wait wait … a *troll* druid turned into a *bird*? I thought the Darkspear (and jungle trolls in general) were all “birds be for pussies like de Amani, mon”?

    And the Gurubashi and/or Atal’ai are involved? I guess they *do* have a track record of employing differently abled neuroatypical persons.

    • Meh, bat, bird, I’m not even sure. He was zipping around so fast and changing forms so often, all I really noticed was “big hyperactive thing with wings what keeps spinning around annoying me and saying ‘mon’ a lot.”

      What’s next? You want me to be able to tell the difference between two humans on sight, too?

      Really, unless we’re dealing with specific individuals whom I’ve met personally, by and large these other races all blur together into a big fuzzy mass of Not-An-Orc when I look at them.

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