warforged | One, two, ac's gonna get you

Who: Nepeta Leijon and OPEN
What: A bored cattroll is a dangerous and mischievous thing.
Where: The demon-patrolled forest near Silverglen Retreat.
When: July 18th
Warnings: Death of demons, creepy messages written in their blood, Nepeta trolling everyone.

Nepeta was bored. Bored, bored, bored, and worse, she was feeling useless.

Her hunting skills had kept her fellow redsworn fed and granted her some minor recognition among the elves of Silverglen, sure. That was great. But stags and bear just weren't enough for her, she needed some stronger prey. And preferably, she needed to meet more people she could actually talk to. She knew it was a serious situation they were in, but the redsworn all seemed so... tense.

So she'd slipped out, wandered down to past the village and moved through the forest until she found what she was looking for.

Demons.

The patrols weren't all that big out this far into the woods, but three or four felguards, or a felguard escorted by a group of imps, was still something to worry about.

Nepeta, however, was more than up for the challenge.

One by one, the patrols began to vanish. Either Nepeta would strike a blow to the lead felguard's head and take out the weaker demons, then finish it off when it came to, or she'd just appear out of nowhere and slice at them all at the same time, giving her openings to finish them all off quickly. She'd begun to really get a handle on her rogue abilities, and it showed.

After a few of these fights, she was actually feeling tired and had gotten a few injuries from the demons, though nothing that wouldn't heal quickly. Deciding to shift from physical to psychological warfare, she dragged the demon bodies into a pile and began to paint with their blood on a large rock, as she had on her walls back in her cave.

When she was done, a picture of a huge cat with two mouths and wicked claws, jaws and paws dripping blood, covered the top of the rock. Beneath it was a message:

"arseniccatnip is watching you. :33""

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Nepeta would tilt her head in confusion at the use of the word desecration. It's a rock, what is there to desecrate? Of course, she's never been told about the more unfortunate properties of demon blood. She might understand more if she had been.

Watching in the shadows as Valamia begins to wash the rock off, she's torn between affront at the removal of her artwork and awe at what she's doing. She's never seen water control before, not even from a seadweller.

Eventually, she slips out of stealth and slowly approaches, curiosity burning in her eyes. "How are you doing that?"

She snaps into reality and turns to the troll, almost breaking her concentration. She gives her a little smile, one that's practiced and formal. She goes back to cleaning the blood from the boulder. "By working together with the Elements." She tilts her head at what's left of the painting. All things considered it still isn't the strangest or most disgusting sight she's run across. Not having it around though would make her feel a tad better.

"It's part of being a shaman. You communicate and work together with them. You listen to them and as long as you don't misuse them, they'll listen to you. It's like a partnership." If she's rambling she could apologize but it keeps her from questioning her if it was her work. Part of her would rather hope it wasn't.

That's a bit difficult for her to comprehend, but she sits down and thinks it over, trying to grasp it. Working together with the elements does explain how she can do that, but how she's able to talk to them is the really strange part. Then again, she's known people who can commune with animals and hear the dead. It's not that out there.

"I've lived out in the elements all my life but I've nefur heard them speak." She muses. "I mean the usual message I get out of them is 'get back your cave or you'll die out here.'"

She giggles a bit, somewhat morbidly amused by pretending to be the rain threatening her own life. "Is it something only Draenei can do?"

Valamia almost comments about how it isn't that uncommon when thought about in a grand scale. If she wasn't a shaman herself, she probably would still doubt that one can actually hear and talk to them. Communicating with them was an interesting lesson. It does worry her to an extent how Nepata handles herself. The comment was strange and she wasn't sure what to say to it. Instead she waits to respond to her question until she finishes removing the blood. Once she's finished with that, the water simply collapses to the ground to go to the earth.

"No. Shamanism is spread between various races. I have seen trolls who are shamans." A beat when she seems to recall that she is speaking a troll. A different kind then she's used to be still one. "The ones on Azeroth, that is. They tend to be barely more civil then some of their kinsmen."

"It's going to be really weird getting used to a whole other species calling themselves trolls." Nepeta muses, scratching her head a bit. "I mean, Mar told me about them, but I'm still not really used to the idea."

She rather wants to see an Azerothian troll at this point, just so she knows what people around here are usually talking about when they mention them.

"But anyway, about shamanism. So does that mean anyone can do it?" She's not sure why she's asking this. She herself is probably not a very good candidate, and she's quite happy with her rogue abilities. But curiosity can be a strong thing, and it's a better topic than the drawing and Val's reaction to it.

"Be grateful we haven't ran into any yet. They're far less civil then most races." She would comment about how she's fairly sure they'd try and eat them alive but that was a unpleasant idea. She doesn't think they even have Darkspear around. A strange idea that a smaller troll tribe is less likely to eat them then others.

Valamia shrugs at the question and mulls it over. "I don't think anyone can do it, no." She takes a moment to try and figure a way to best explain how one becomes a shaman. Given that she doesn't fully understand it herself it makes it a lot harder. "To be honest, I don't fully understand how one becomes a shaman. One day you're a normal person and the next day things just feel different." Or something vague like that.

"Well, so are Alternian Trolls, mostly. Honestly if you meet one of them besides me you purrbably should be careful. Even my furriends can be really dangerous."

In fact, given the array of powers her little group possesses, a lot of them might be the more dangerous members of their species.

The explanation isn't exactly helpful, but Nepeta's willing to accept it. "Like Psionics in some trolls... those are special abilities you can use with your mind. A few of my furriends are really good at them." Sollux's eye beams, Aradia's telekinesis, Vriska's mind control... well that only works properly on other trolls but it still makes Nepeta wonder why her of all trolls was recruited into the war. Some of the others would be way more useful, even if they lacked her raw strength and agility.

"Isn't that safe to say about any race though? It seems like any race is filled with dangerous people."

That comes from the experience of encountering various races. Maybe not the Alternian trolls beyond Nepata but it was a safe guess. Every race had their good people and their bad, even the races she hated and wanted nothing to do with.

Valamia almost asks what sort of abilities that would call for. She knew of some priests being able to do things to others with their minds. She also hears those who use fel magic can do so but that was far less surprising. "Perhaps. If we had someone more experienced from the Earthen Ring they could give you a proper explanation on how shamanism works. It is an interesting talent, if you can call it that. It is how I heard of this...painting." The earth didn't need more corruption. She wouldn't have minded if someone else had heard the earth and taken up the job instead. "Then again it seems many people are excited to kill a few demons without thinking of the larger picture."

"The humans I met befur all seemed purrty nice. But then again that was only four of them, and I didn't talk to them all that much."

Still though, she doubted they were all going to turn out to be jerks or something and a species that had created them had to be doing something right.

"Wait, the elements told you about the painting? And what do you mean the bigger picture? Don't all the demons have to die befur they kill us?" She couldn't exactly think of a bigger picture than that.

"Humans are...different." Weird was more she liked it but she couldn't comment. At her age, with her small amount of experience with other races, every race was weird to her.

"Not the painting directly. Demons are corruption, pure and simple. The blood everyone is so eager to spill is corrupted. Over time with all the blood split it is possible the elements themselves could become twisted by that corruption." It was mostly a theory and her reacting to the elements. She knew the elements were not so easy to corrupt but they were also very difficult to purify if they were to reach that point. "It's not a risk I want to take. It's why I'm trying to cleanse what I can. Killing demons is only part of the battle."

"They are kinda weird." Not a bad weird, though, not in her opinion at least.

The revelation about the demons was highly worrying though. She was no shaman or druid, but Nepeta had grown up in the wild and the idea of something hurting it was downright abhorrent to her. "Wait a minute, you mean they're going to keep making things worse even after they die? Then what can we do about them?"

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