She got Jungle Fever (part 1)

(Zul’Gurub fun)

“It be good to see some adventurers again! Step dis way, cowmen! Come, sit in ma hut!” A tall, robed, red haired troll drawled as he caught sight of the two Tauren as they stepped off the little coracles that had born them from the Grom’gol outpost far to the south. Silva glanced around the little island, noting with a little unease that there seemed to be a few cages dotted here and there, as well as one of the infamous troll berserkers, a hulking great mound of flesh with muscles thicker than her whole body. hearing a grunt behind her, she turned to see Zachariah, with a slight glow around his paws. She smiled at this reassurance, she gave the Druid far less credit than he deserved, or so she thought, anyway. In truth, she held him in a much higher regard than almost any other entity on Azeroth, valuing his presence and assistance higher than all others.
“Ya, come, come! We got dis big problem, see, an ya gotta help ole Exzhal outa dis bind!” The troll drolled as the duo followed him to his hut, a bambus construction with a covering of woven wool and dried plant leaves. The structure looked strong and light, and the roof above stopped the piercing sunlight from getting to them, and was welcomed.
“We heard from a troll in Booty Bay. There is an uprising among the Gurubashi, correct?” Silva rumbled, her echoing voice made even worse by her new helm, a dark plate with grinning visage, and twin spiked horns rising upwards. grumbling lightly, she removed the heavy plate headgear, and set it down on the floor.
“I dunno bout no risin up, but da Fools! Da Gurubashi an da Razzashi! Dey be workin wid da Hakkari again! Dey summonin Da Soulflayer’s Avatar! Dem trolls neva learn.” The male growled, his thick accent making understanding him a little tricky.
“So you need us to go in and stop them?” She said, her plate glove tapping one of the wood-like poles idly.
“Nah, mons, ya be needed here ta water da plants. O COURSE YA GOT TA STOP DEM! Take dis map, it tell ya who ya gotta…convince not ta do stuff…” He snapped back at her, raising his arms high above his head in exasperation. Silva chuckled at the outburst, she had had dealings with the troll once before, and knew this to be sarcasm from the deceptively smart male.
“OK, Tusk-face, we’ll go deal with your problems for you.” She said with a smirk, and the Troll grinned back at her. Nodding to Zach, she scooped up her helm, and they headed back to the coracles.
“Ya be forgettin someting! Curtsey o Da ‘Khan hisself!” The troll cried, tossing a large glinting metal object over to the two. Zach reached forwards and plucked the thing from the air with ease. he opened his paw to reveal a carved glyph.
“Dat be da Key ta Zul’Gurub. ya use it ta open da door!” The troll shouted, before turning back to his hut, muttering under his breath.
A little time passed as the two Shu’halo adventurers wandered through the jungles of Stranglethorn, shooing away what little wildlife they came across. I fear for this world. Even with the war in Northrend and the ever present threats in the Outlands, Azeroth is suffering from within. The firelord still plots, the Trolls summon Hakkar, and then…there is…the problem with the Spire…I can just feel it…He still lives… Silva mused as she paced up the long low ramp up to the entrance of the jungle citadel. She managed to shake herself from her thoughts as they arrived at the looming door. Zachariah slotted the etched charm into a slot at the centre of the door, and it cracked in half, twisted a hundred and eighty degrees, and, along with the rest of the door, separated.
“Well…I assume that’s whats supposed to happen…” She muttered, and stepped forwards, removing her axe from its position slung over her shoulder. Within the city walls, hundreds, thousands even, of trolls wandered, most of them going about their own business. Here and there, axe wielding guards stood stoic, ready to attack should they see a target, and wild animals such as giant snakes, crocolisks and even panthers wandered around, completely at home beside the trolls.
“Well…how do we go about doing this…Do we just cut and slash our way through, or do we try and talk them out of it?” Silva muttered to herself. She felt a blast of air rush past her, and a light brown blur whizzed past her face. A large bear with tribal markings on its face tackled the nearest Troll, knocking it over as it hacked at the unfortunate victim. Silva chuckled, and swung her axe at a nearby snake, cutting clear through its body.
“So, Hack out way through, I take it!” She called out with a giggle, and the bear gave a satisfied grunt as it charged its next victim. When Zachariah wants to let loose he lets loose..I’m glad he’s on my side The Death Knight thought to herself as she followed on after the fluffy ball of chaos and death.
“The first place we must go is to the right, according to the map. Priestess Jeklik. Aspect of the..” Silva began, but was interrupted as a huge ball of fluff and leather smacked into her, causing her to stumble a few feet to her left. The huge creature screeched loudly, but was cut short too as the huge axe the Ebon Blade member wielded came thundering down atop its head. “Bat…” She finished, glaring up at where the bat had obviously descended from.
“KREEEEE!!!! You will be defeated!!! Foolish outsiders!! Glory to Da Soulflayer!” A female vocie cried from behind them, and before she could react, Silva had been crashed into again, this time by a humanoid with large wings. A flurry of attacks clawing at her armour, and she was only barely able to get any sort of purchase on the slippery grass leading to the cliff-like waterfall that rushed away nearby. The weight was suddenly lifted off her by the bear-shaped form of Zach, who ahd tackled the bat-thing and born it to the ground.
“Chill!” Silva cried, calling forth the deathly cold of the icecrown glacier to encase the priestess, encasing her in a thick layer of ice that she was abrely able to move within. The priestess let out a deathly cry, and from high above, scores of trolls riding giant bats flew, dropping bundles of explosive charges all around. The knight caught one of the charges as it dropped, tossing it back up with all her might, blowing one of the riders out of the sky. A loud roar of pain came from the druid, who had been bitten quite badly by the priestess, and was laying almost limp on the ground. Slowly, he reverted back to his tauren form, and started try to heal himself.
“Now…I’m not happy. Stop this now, Troll, the Soulflayer will kill us all.” She snapped, taking up a defensive stance as she avoided the explosions, her eyes locked on the priestess, who was also reverting back to her true form.
“Ya speak lies! An Ah should warn ya…he be not da only one who can Flay!” She snapped back, unleashing a torrent of shadow energy directly into the taurens mind. Silva screamed loudly, thrashing around as she tried to rid herself of the invisible fingers that grasped at her head, clawing at her brain.
“E…ENOUGH!!!” She cried, charging forwards and swatting the troll to one side with her axe. She let out a cry, long, and low, summoning the embrace of winter to increase her strength and power, before charging the priestess again, cutting her axe into her side, and slamming her against a tree. The relentless attack was followed up by a series of deft blows to the trolls extremities, before culminating in an almighty sweep, knocking the troll off the edge of the cliff.
“Finally…my demise…Damn you….Hakkar…a curse…on your…name…” The priestess gasped as she toppled, landing with a heavy crunch on the tumultuous rocks of the falls. Silva grunted with satisfaction, before turning back to her wounded friend.
“Will you survive, friend?” She asked, and he nodded with a slight groan. Silva smiled, and patted him on the shoulder.
“Then let us continue. We still have four more priests to go…” She said, smirking slightly.