Condaz

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Player: Grimnir

Character Full Name: Condaz

Character In-Game Name: Condaz

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Darkspear Tribe, Orgrimmar, Steamwheedle Cartel ... for the time being.

Race: Darkspear Troll

Class: Rogue turned Merchant

Age: 22 years

Sex: Male

Hair: Hair is dark navy color, kept in a windswept style, reaching to his long ears.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 188 pounds

Height: 7'1"

History

From the journal of Yurlk Bladespurner
September 29, 625

Today while traveling through the swarming crowd of Orgrimmar today, I felt a tug on my waist. Unsure of what it could be, I turn around to see a young troll holding on to my coin purse. With a mighty roar, I grab his arm and neck, pushing him onto a shop wall. With a gasping breath, the swindler chokes out a plea of mercy.

“Cool it mon,” he cried out, “don't be hastin' now.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip out you're beating heart right now?”

“Just be settlin' down, ok? Go den, and have a good talk wid Condaz.”

I stare at the troll now, wondering what he's trying to work up. Why would I give a damn about what his boss says? They can both be killed for what I care. I continue to look at the troll. He has dark blue hair, almost black. It spikes up into the air at an angle. His face is painted the purple war paint that the trolls often use. His tusks are extremely long, dangerously close to poking me in the eye. Looking into his own eyes, I see not fear, but interest and cunning.

“Fine,” I reply, “and where shall I meet Condaz.”

“In der,” the troll nodded toward an inn, “Be gettin' someding to drink den, kay? Condaz be buyin'.”

“I hope so, considering his lackeys have empty pockets.”

The troll gives me a strange look. It quickly goes away as I grab the scruff of his neck, and half drag him to the inn. When we enter, the troll remains by the entrance. I assume he's looking for his brain-dead leader. Though the troll has become of age, he is still quite short. I would guess that at full height, he is barely an inch over 7 feet. He is also quite skinny. Though his arms and legs are muscular, they resemble that of an acrobat, or runner. I'd say he wouldn't reach 200 stones. The troll wears leather armour, that though is in good condition, is very simple. I notice that he carries two daggers, something which makes me reconsider attacking him so hastily earlier.

The troll looks at me before saying, “We be sittin' down den mon? Dey won't be servin' us if we be standin' like two fools.”

Glaring at the troll, I walk toward a table at the side of the room. I am anxious for his boss to arrive, remembering that I have matters to attend to at the Hall of the Brave. I order a flagon of mead from the bartender, but the troll simply has spring water.

“Ok den, let Condaz be explainin' why he be stealin' from such a fine orc,” the troll says.

I look at the troll, confused. Looking around, I see no one near us.

“Now den, don't be go dinkin' Condaz be poor den; he just be stealin' for da practice. Condaz can tell by da look at ya, dat you won't be missin' any shinies he be takin' from ya.”

As I stare wide eyed at the insane troll, a realization comes over me.

“Hold on then troll, you're Condaz?” I ask. This troll was the most peculiar one I had ever meet; and considering how they worship, as well as what they eat, this was saying a lot.

“Aye den mon. Condaz be the riches troll da world eva see,” the troll replied.

“Won't matter if you're dead,” I quickly snapped back, “People don't take kindly to thieves as well as I do. Do you enjoy preying on warriors who keep you safe at night?”

“Let Condaz be apologizin' for da quick fingers. It be a long time that he be trying to take his earnings, and Condaz be seein' ifin he still got it.”

“I'd say he lost his touch.”

Laughing the troll replies.'“You be right der mon. You be seein', Condaz be a merchant, not a filcher. Well not for a while, hear? Condaz be buyin' low, and sellin' high. Dat be da best way to be gettin' his hand on da shinies.”

“Condaz, you're the craziest troll I've ever seen, but I like you. How about this; If I can hear your story, I think I might let you off for that business before.”

Condaz gives a toothy grin. “You be listin' to Candaz tale den? Orda anoder round, and he be tellin' ya his life. Now den, Condaz be brought into dis pretty world 22 years before now. His fada be a shaman, and his mada nodin' of interest. Condaz be havin' two brodas, being shamans too, and a sista; she be dyin' from da greasy murlocs and livin' wid da spirits now. Da iles Condaz be livin' on be nice enough fo' any troll, but Condaz, neva bein' wid the spirits an da nature. He be wantin' more outa his life. Da orcs comin' be da best ding for poor Condaz. Dey be savin' da trolls, and dey be takin' Condaz outa da islands.

“When Condaz be landin' on what be Durotar today, he be seein' da world. No more would Condaz be stuck in da sea. Der be endless possibilities fo' dis troll. So Condaz be travelin' to da city, dis city, Orgrimmar. And yes, he be taken from da people of da Horde. Neva from da house or hearth, and he be leavin' da poor alone. And Condaz be lovin' dis city, every foot. He be makin' good friends wid many of das peoples he's neva be seein' before. But da Horde be in war wid da “Allie's”. And der be lotsa coin to be makin' from it. Da goblins be makin' dere share, and now Condaz be wantin' a piece. He be searchin' da world, wid da goblins, findin' where der be fortune to be made.”

I pondered on what the troll had told me. He seemed honest enough, at least apparently when money wasn't involved. But his total disregard of the importance of war was unsettling. What self-respecting horde member would try to take such advantage of this bloody conflict? I shared my thoughts with the troll.

“Now Condaz be hearin' your concern mon,” the troll replied, “But da ding is, ifin Condaz not be doin' dis, den someone else be taking up da spot. It be true dough, Condaz live for da chaos. It be makin' da war business thrive. Condaz be a merchant, and any good merchant gotta be stayin' neutral ‘bout da affairs of da people around him.”

Looking more serious, he continued with his rant. “Now den, Condaz be havin' noddin' but respect for da orcs. Dey be good people. And even da Tauren, wid deir nature talkin', Condaz will be helpin'. Ifin der be a deal dat'll be helpin' da horde ova da odder guys, Condaz will be takin' it.”

“So then,” I inquired, “will you be helping the Alliance when those deals don't arise?”

Condaz gave me a hard look.

“Human, dwarf, gnome, ifin dey be soldiers, dey be enemies. Ifin dey be merhcents, dey be business, noddin' more. Da elves... da elves are scum to Condaz, and deir time will be comin'. And da Forsaken? Deaf to da Livin'? Nah, deaf to da freaks. Dere only be one lot in a life.”

There was a short minute of silence. I realized that my time with the troll was running short. I chugged down the rest of my mead, and turned to Condaz.

“I don't know what will become of you troll, nor do I care. But you gave me an interesting chat, and something to think about. I'll leave here today without bloodshed, and if we are to ever meet on the streets again, there will be no feud.”

“Condaz be givin' his thanks mon,” the troll replied, “But dis be da last time you be seein' Condaz in a long while. Condaz be headin' west, and maybe in time, he be headin' east. So he be givin' you orc good luck and bedda health.”

I nodded to the troll as I rose from my seat, and left the inn, heading toward the Valley of Honor. It wasn't until I was halfway through the Drag that I noticed the absence of a certain jingling I had grown accustomed to while walking. Looking down to my waist, I saw that my coin purse had been stolen. Unsure on how to react, I started laughing. Condaz the troll had been honest about something. He did indeed pay for the drinks.