Jazuki, one of the few Troll priests that bothered to make themselves known to the world of Azaroth sat in quiet contemplation as Thrall spoke to the gathering that sat scattered about the great war tent. It was the same old stuff he'd heard so many times before. The scourge were encroaching upon the strongholds that the Horde had set up in Northrend particularly Warsong Hold. He'd already been there once already that month and wasn't feeling particularly up for another trip to that bug invested wasteland that surrounded Warson Hold. Instead he would probably make his way to Vengeance Landing in Howling Fjord.

Once the meeting was over Jazuki got up and made his way out of the war tent and towards the zeppelin master just outside of Orgimmar to wait for the zeppelin to Tirisfal Glades before he would have to take the other zeppelin there to get to Vengeance Landing.

Giacometti sat staring at the wall, thinking about the journey ahead. They were in need of people to fight in Northrend, she had been told. More brave warriors willing to sacrifice themselves in the name of the horde.

The horde wasn't the reason Gia was contemplating uprooting again though. She had grown antsy. She had little to live for... or be dead for, as the case may be. She chuckled to herself, ever amused by her own silly puns about her obvious mortality. She got up, creaking as she unfolded her legs from their crossed position. As she mounted up and rode through her beloved city, all of her worries turned to vague excitement. This was her chance to help get revenge on the son of a bitch who had destroyed hope, a revenge her people had been anticipating for a long time. She dug her heels into the side of her talbuk, anxious to get to the zeplin.

When the zeppelin finally arrived for Tirisfal Glades Jazuki stepped on. He always stayed near the exit, he didn't bother going to other parts of the zeppelin like some of the other passangers. He just wanted to get on and then get off as soon as possible. It wasn't that he disliked air travel he just disliked zeppelins in general. Maybe it had something to do with goblin engineering.

He waited boredly for the zeppelin to get on it's way. When it finally started moving the troll decided to move into a crouched position while waiting for the zeppelin to arrive in Tirisfal Glades. He knew he wouldn't have much time to waste if he wanted to catch the next flight to Northrend. So when the zeppelin arrived he quickly hurried down the spiraling stairs and over to the other zeppelin landing.

He was in luck as the Zeppelin had yet to arrive. He noticed he wasn't the only one to think to head to Vengeance landing, but he had known that already.

Gia took in the gloomy landscape around her. She recalled starting her training in a few towns over, and quickly slipped into a trip through her memories. Every moment had been dedicated to learning her craft. She was efficient enough to have been one of the better fighters for the Horde cause in Outlands, having been a member of a group of friends that had spent a lot of time fighting against the Alliance and the various threats that had cropped up on the planet. The group had traveled their own directions though, and barely kept in touch. In Northrend she would once again attempt to be the best, only this time alone. Her negative mind stomped any dreams she had of succeeding.

She was thrown out of her trance when she heard someone approaching behind her. Most likely another undead, looking for glory. She was surprised to see a troll. Gia knew she would have seen the other races again after her long stay in Undercity, but it hadn't fully registered until just now. She didn't look at him again, just sat there waiting for him to either say something, or the zeppelin to show up. She never seemed to know what to talk about besides killing, and she had found that that didn't make for a good conversation opener.

Time seemed to crawl, and she couldn't help but peek. She had always admired the troll race; she hadn't had any in her last group of friends... her thoughts were once again interrupted, except this time by the zeppelin, decorated with a hideous face and lights: truly a goblin aircraft. She stepped on and retreated to a hidden corner. Her thoughts turned again to the troll, and she watched him as he got on.