Ask Vol'jin

Dough I can’t always answah ya when ya be wantin’ it, I do hear ya words an’ miss ya all.

It breaks me heart knowin’ I can’t always help ya da way I wish, but know dat even dough I might not appear when called, I’m not gone.

Heh, ah, mon, I be an old Troll. I have lived a good long life. One filled wit’ equal amounts o’ pain and pleasyah. Dere’s not much I would take back, an’ romance of any kind certainly not be on dat list.

Ya, I know a t’ing or two about huntahs, human or no. But my knowledge aint limited t juss’ huntahs…

It actually be very possible for a Troll. Regeneration be a gift from da Loa, not a ting dat we all naturally have at birt’. Da Loa bless who dey want, an’ curse who dey wish. It be possible dat ya friend dishonahed da Loa in some way, wheddah he knows it or not, dat resulted in dem takin’ away deir gifts.

Dere be a time in me yout’, when da Loa tested me. I injahed my hand, an’ da Loa told me dat I couldno’ use me t’umb anymore. So, I removed it. It was up to da Loa to choose wheddah I be worddy o’ deir gifts, or not.

Ah, child birt’. Dere be somet’in truly magical to witnessin’ a new mon bein’ born into dis world. Seein’ what you and anoddah made, hearin’ dem cry out dier first cry. Ah, I love it. Children always bring hope for da futchya, an’ rarely fial to bring a smile to me face.

But I do not envy you, mon.

To say a pregnant Troll would be aggressive be one o’ da moss’ undahrated statements I evah heard. Dragons be known to show less fury dan a Troll goin’ t’rough birt’in’ pains.

Dere be a reason da Loa bless some Trolls wit’ regeneration, as pregnant mon hold none o’ deir strengt’ back when deliverin’ a child. Loss o’ limb not be unheard of in dese times.

Ya bess’ pray to ya Loa, an’ pray hard, for deir protection.

I… Eh… Hmm.

it be not unheard of fo’ a human to fall for a Troll, nor can it be blamed. I meself have found humans to be… Intriguin’ from time to time. Curiosity can be a powahful ting, an from what I undahstand about engineerin’ form da Goblins, apparently opposites attract. It be, in a way, natural to find attraction to dem considahed ya enemies.

Howevah, what I don’ have experince in be da Light, an’ da ways o’ da Paladin. No trolls I know of have chosen dat pat’, so I have little to reference it wit’. I have seen many Blood Knights from Silvahmoon City, as well as da Sunwalkahs of T’undah Bluff, but dey be very different already.  I assume ya human Paladins have ya own ways and restrictions.

So in dat respect, I cannot say anytin’, I do not know ya laws, ya rules, or whatevah oat’s ya have made.

But, I do know a ting about love.

I know dat it beats all mannah o’ promises or oat’s. It dismantles hatred, an’ blurs lines drawn from war an’ even deat’. It be a powahful magic, strongah dan any we can control.

I also know it don’t need blessins to work. Ya have mine if ya be wishin’ it, but in da end, one ol’ Troll’s feelin’s don’ mattah. Da only ones dat do mattah are da Huntah’s who own ya heart, and ya’s.

It’s not my place or ya’s to tell a mon who ta worship an’ who not to dat be up to da mon. Unless it be Hakkar, den ya juss’ got to kill dem before dey can kill you. If a Troll be wishin’ to call Elune deir god, dat be deir choice.

Howevah, I know many Loa, an’ Elune’s not one o’ dem. It be a great powah, I can’t deny dat. I have seen Night Elf priest magics, an’ dey be no laughin’ mattah, especially when da moon be full. But Elune be different dan da Loa, an’ I’ll tell ya why.

Loa be ancient spirit’s o’ da eart’. Dey be born walkin’ on da ground, swimmin’ in da watah, an’ soarin’ in da skies. Dey be flesh an’ blood, but also spirit at da same time. Dey be wit’ us here, in Azerot’, huntin’ and fightin’ and livin’ deir lives while feedin’ deir spirits. Loa be as much a part o’ Trolls as we be a part o’ dem.

Elune be not da same. She be as important to her Night Elves as da Loa be to Trolls, but dere be distance. She be da Moon, mon, not Azerot’. She be existin’ juss’ outside our realm, where no mon can walk.

It be difficult to explain it in full, but Elune be sometin’… Else. 

No Keevah, I will nevah embrace Zalazane unless it be wit’ a daggah in me hand. I know dat wouldno’ kill his spirit, but da idea do put a smile between me tusks.

I undahstand what ya be sayin’, dough, and whatchya be meanin;. Yes, dere be a time when Zalazane and I were closah dan broddahs. I would have wanted to share me life wit’im, fightin’ off our foes an’ defendin’ our home and people.

Howevah, I can’t keep me own desires ovah reality. It be unhealt’y fo me, an’ irresponsible as a leadah, to forgive Zalazane. His actions weren’t juss’ againss’ me, ya undahstand. Dey weren’t even juss’ againss’ da Loa, eiddah.

Zalazane tortured an’ abused his own people. My people! Dat is not sometin’ I can forgive. Garrosh did it, an’ we put dat dog down. Sylvanas be doin’ it, and we... We...

Ya know, ya be absolutely right. I have no given it much t’ought before now, but I see whatchya be sayin’ Keevah. Zalazane absolutely does not deserve it.

I be a patient mon, undahstandin’ dat people can change. I be proof o’ dat. Given enough time, a mon can change da way he tinks o’ da world and dem wittin it. Zalazane be once my friend, but juss’ like me, he changed.

I see whatchya be sayin’ about redemtion, especially wit’ Grom Hellscream. Howevah, da mon be needin’ to feel da want to change. Zalazane’s craze and hungah fo’ powah be what changed him from da friend I knew to da monstah ‘im became.

Me? Scare someone? Keevah, be ya implyin’ dat I, Vol’jin; Shadow Huntah, Leadah o’ da Darkspear Trolls, Warchief o’ da Horde, Servant of Bwonsamdi, have used my dark magics and Voodoo fo; such small an’ trivial pursuits as scarin’ me fellow mon?

Heh, ya know me so well, mon.

Aye, I suppose I have slipped into prankin’ me fellow Horde membahs once or twice in me life.

Hallow’s End be an interestin’ time for all mon in Azerot’. Goin’ back generations, each race be seein’ dis one event in different lights. Fo’ Trolls, espepcially dem practicin’ Voodoo, it be a time when da veil between our world and da oddah side be t’in, and we can glimpse an’ even make contact wit’ dem dat have passed on.

Howevah, when I heard dat oddah mon see it as a time to get ya frights out, well, I suppose I might have perhaps seen an opportunity to really get da blood flowin’ an’ deir hearts racin’.

I won’ go in to much detail about what all I did. Dere be too many instances where I got more noble and hardy mon to squeal like swine. Let’s juss’ say dat aftah I retook da Echo Isles, T’rall saw fit to leave me be durin’ dis time.

What do I tink about da Zandalari? Well, I tink ya be a noble race o’ Trolls. I tink ya be proud to be Zandalari, an’ proud o’ ya history. I tink Zandalari Trolls be honnahed to be da oldest Troll tribe in da history o’ da world, an’ proud to be so revered.

Yes, Kabali, I t'ink you Zandalari be very proud.

It be dat pride dat made ya feel more important dan da rest o’ da tribes. Dat pride dat made ya tink ya be bettah dan oddah mon in da world. Dat pride dat made ya feel like da rest of Azerot’ be ya’s to claim. ItBbe dat pride dat t'ought you could stand against da Horde an’ da Alliance, killin’ hundreds of oddahs juss’ to grab more lands an’ more powah.

And ultimately, it be da pride dat made ya lose. While ya stuck ya noses high in da sky witchya straight backs, ya didn’t see we Shadow Huntahs right beneat’ ya, delvin’ our poisoned daggahs in ya bellies.

But den, I suppose I be biased. I have nevah been to Zandalar, an’ seen ya golden cities. I suppose if I had been born Zandalari, I would have learned dat same pride, an’ made da same mistakes.

It also don’t help dat da only Zandalari I have met be on da battlefield and in Pandaria, where dey made sure to espress deir feelin’s for “lessah Trolls”. Heh, I remembah a time a Zandalari commandah ordahed her people to give me a bat’ an’ dress me in Zandalari robes as I be her guest. I don’t bat’, but seein’ da hate on deir faces as dey be forced to scrub me body be too much to pass up.

Dat be true, Varian Wrynn did in fact promise dis. I know he would have held up his end too, an’ I wouldn’t have argued against him. He would have not hesitated to bring war down upon da Horde. He would have pushed his full force into da fight, too, an’ Sylvanas would have used dat to her advantage.

Luckily for bot’ da Horde and da Alliance, Varian’s not da King anymore. Anduin Wrynn, a boy I have only met once or twice, be da new leadah fo’ da Alliance, an’ in me opinion, dat be a good ting. I hear he cares fo’ peace above all oddah tings, which sets him apart from many oddah leadahs in Azerot’. While moss’ would go for revenge, I feel he would stop a fight at any point, if it meant a peaceful end could be reached.

I know Sylvanas and many oddahs in da Horde see dis as a weakness, but dere be a true strengt’ fightin’ fo’ peace, especially when dat means not fightin’ at all. Dat be how Baine Bloodhoof acts, an’ I hold him as da wisest among Horde leadahs.

Heh, I be dat way too, to a point. I’ll hold off fightin’ until it can’t be held back any longah, but I do me bess’ to kill my enemy in da end all da same.

I hear ya mon, and I know where ya fears be comin’ from. I knew many would not undahstand why I chose Windrunnah to accept da mantle o’ Warchief. Especially now, aftah all da tings she has done. She be a dark-hearted she-devil, dere be no denyin’ dat. She does what she be wantin’ first, den, if it be suitin’ her needs, she’ll help oddahs. I know dis.

I know she be powahful wit’ her dark magics, too. And I also know she’s not above usin’ oddahs to fur'dah her own plans. She’s done so before, an’ will likely do so again. I hold no doubts about dat.

Howevah, fo’ all her schemes an’ undahanded ways, I know wit'out a doubt dat Sylvanas Windrunnah cannot convince or influence da Loa spirits on what to do. Least of all, my Loa.

All Loa despise da undead. Dey see dem as abominations in deir territories. And an’ undead tryin’ to bargain wit’ a Loa, or even attempt to t'reaten one, be almoss’ laughable. No mon, Windrunnah did not convince da Spirits to make her Warchief.

…I… I don’t know what to say, hearin’ ya words mon. I don’ t'ink dere is anyt'in’ I can say, dat would express to ya juss’ how honahed I be to be t'ought of so highly. It was nevah in me to seek attention an’ recognition. I nevah wanted powah ovah oddahs, ‘less dey be dem wishin’ harm on my people. I nevah sought dis kind o’ praise.

But I be more dan honahed to receive it, an’ I be proud o’ what I was able to do fo’ my people. ALL o’ my people. I wish dere be more time in Azerot’ fo’ me, so I could have done more fo’ da Horde. But I be t'ankful o’ da time I had, and t'ankful o’ dem I met along da way.

Ya be sayin’ “t'ank ya fo’ bein’” to me, but in da end, it should be me t'ankin’ you.

T'ank ya, all o’ ya, for bein’ who ya are.