[Kezeyah] On Gifts of Chain and Barfing Blue Trolls

((Trollish))

Yesterday was fun! Sort of. I killed a lot of Plainstriders. When I came back to the Crossroads to repair my things, there was a big crate waiting for me. It was from Mister Xa’ru! He sent me some armour and sharpening stones. I sent him a thank-you letter.

This is exciting! I’m going to work really, really hard so I don’t disappoint him. He’s the type of man that would make a good father, I think, and I hope that mine is kinda like him.

Maybe I should go to the “Drunken Kodo” tonight and take Usttai with me. He probably needs to get out sometimes, too.

Before I went to bed, I tripped over the legs of a troll that was kneeling in the bushes. I think he was throwing up. He was so strange! He was covered in scars with long blue hair that was kinda messy, and he looked pale and sweaty and he only had one tusk, and he looked miserable too and asked me what my name was, so I ran away. Smelled like alcohol and stuff.

I know I can’t stand up to somebody so big.

I hope momma’s okay.

[Kezeyah]

(( An OOC note. To avoid confusion, “Zandali”/”Zandalari” is going to be referred to as “Troll” or “Trollish” in here, as I’m not sure which of the two is correct, and, uh … might be less confusing for some folk, as before reading the lore Trinda had collected, I didn’t know, either. ))

((Orcish))

Went to that Kodo place, but there were a lot of deadies there. I don’t like deadies. I realized this while working for the Forsaken, how creepy they are, and I don’t think they really mean well like they say they do. I think they’re liars, and Samedi doesn’t like them either.

((Trollish))

grog + kodos = drunk kodos (many grog)
deadrs = lyers + bad

((Orcish))

Mister Xa’ru was there. He said he liked my axe, and I felt really weird like I should compliment him too, so I said I liked his hat and he looked at it as if he didn’t know he was wearing it. Then I found out that he can make things – armour – and we started talking. I told him about momma’s letter.

And he said it was a good idea to go see her before she really, really, really did go. But I didn’t know how to go back, so…

((A doodle of a female troll – dressed in armour with an axe and shield – and a plate-armoured male troll is scribbled here. The male troll is stabbing (what could be assumed to be) a wolf.))

Xa’ru took me to Revantusk.

((Another doodle of a sickly-looking female troll, with empty orbs for eyes, hair in a topknot. “MOMMA” is scribbled in Trollish underneath.))

Momma looks worse than when I last saw her, before Xa’ru took me to visit. She sounds worse, too, and isn’t acting like herself. I didn’t pay attention to what she was saying to him, though. One of Usttai’s relatives was dancing I think and I couldn’t stop staring and blushing and feeling silly.

I can’t come back to Revantusk. Momma said so. Not ’til I’m stronger.

Xa’ru took me to the dock and we talked for a short time. He said he knew my father! So I asked him some questions. My dad was a respected pirate, and he thinks he was a decent man. Said he’d be proud of me if I got stronger to meet him. I can’t wait to meet him, ’cause Xa’ru even said I’d get the chance to!

I wonder what he looks like? Or what he’s like? And and … I don’t know.

((Trollish))

kezzie: momma not want.
dad: no wrry kezzie i here

((Orcish))

I shouldn’t expect much. I mean, my momma was a who Lady of the Night and and and from what she said when a client got a girl with child and he found out he usually didn’t care or would hurt the woman or would just go away and never come back.

I hope my dad is different. I hope. I don’t want to be alone. Momma doesn’t want me around, so so somebody has to. Somebody.

[Kezeyah]

((Zandali))

A childhood friend followed me here from Revantusk. Usttai. I was surprised to see him to say the least, and he said he came because of me. Because of my leg. Because he worries.

((Orcish))

No worri be happi

((Zandali))

Practicing writing my Orcish isn’t going so good. I might stop, as I don’t even write to anyone anyway, unless it’s in Zandali. I wish people wouldn’t worry so much about me. “Poor Kezzie with her gimp leg!” “Poor Kezzie got hurt by Witherbark!” “Poor Kezzie trying to be a warrior, what she think she doing?” Tired of it. I want it to be “Strong Kezzie, she killed that beast!” or “Good Kezzie, we knew you could do it on your own!” Not “Poor Kezzie” this and “Poor Kezzie” that.

((A troll girl, with many braids, an axe in one hand and shield in the other – as well as a bandaged leg – is doodled here, with “KEZZIE STRONG” scrawled underneath in Orcish. The rest of the entry is in Zandali.))

He says he’s going to catch up with me later, and probably surprised that my training is progressing so quick. So am I. Said it should be his job to help me and not the other way around, but I’m strong. I don’t need the help. Then two twin girls started complimenting my hair and my axe and I got nervous and left.

I don’t like too many compliments. Make me uneasy, means someone wants something or is trying to flatter me and that’s never a good thing.

Momma sent me a letter. She doesn’t write them herself, one of her friends writes them for her.

((A letter is tucked in here.

[Kezeyah]

((Zandali))

Momma told me to be careful out here, so the second thing I did was go to a party in the desert. There were half-naked people everywhere but not a drop of drink in sight.

((Orcish))

Zin’do, nice man, try get me alone w/him. I =/= stupid.

((Zandali))

Orcish is hard to write.

Momma always said to be careful around males. Especially since I’m so young. Never know what the boys might be after (well, she said she knew).

((Orcish))

Xa’ru sailor = nice

((Zandali))

He sang songs about a drunken sailor but I couldn’t place it ’til I got home and realized that momma used to sing me that song.

((Orcish))

What do u do wit a drunk saila? hahaha

((Zandali))

When I was little and couldn’t sleep, Momma would sing it to me and sometimes I’d sing along, until the Witherbark took me and hurt me, then I didn’t talk so much. I talked a lot to the Xa’ru sailor. He looks Revantusk like mom and me, but he’s furry like a jungle troll. I asked if he knew Momma but he said he didn’t, even though he’s a sailor (pirate?) and probably knows Booty Bay real well.

((Orcish))

Sailors + momma + grog + boot-ey bay = kezzie

((Zandali))

Something about his parents being there, at the village.

Momma said my dad was a sailor. A pirate. She said he was strong and was probably drunk when she mentioned some of the other things that and she would blush and say that I must have been a gift from the Loas because I was the first time she ever ever EVER got kno pre g nant.

((Orcish))

kezzie = 1 time ting (?)

((Zandali))

Momma left Booty Bay because of me.

And that’s how she got blind. Because The Boss did not want momma to leave. So he hurt her eyes.

I sound stupid when I write. I hope I didn’t sound stupid to Zin’do. He was handsome, but my duty is to Ogoun and no man at all. I’m too young.

((Orcish))

kezzie =/= momma