He sat outside Ogrimmar, on the very same rock he and Kasa had first kissed. It seemed pointless to sit there without her, but Kasa had been right. It was a very good spot if you needed to think – and that was exactly what he needed to do now. Around him, it was unusually quiet to be this time of the night.

Why was the Gods so cruel to him? Why could they just not accept that he was no macho troll who desired a hundred and hundreds more females but settled for one? Why did they have to ruin the only relationship he ever had? Just because his Loa Ez-whatever did have a thousend lovers, could she not see that he only needed one to love?

It did not seem that way.

He looked around. He wanted to make sure that he was alone. It turned out he was not. On the ledge above him sat a spirit wolf, looking down at him. He looked back. They stared at each other for a good five minutes before the Wolf spoke:

“Hey. Where is that nice Troll female you dated a few days ago? Should she not be here with you?”
Ganjoola peered at him. Had this spirit or whatever it was spied on him and Kasa back then? Likely.
“No. She be....not ere. It be complicated.”

The wolf jumped down from the ledge and sat down beside him.
“Complicated huh? Tell me about it. So, what happened?”

He explained it all and the Wolf was a good listener.
“-and now mi be needin to have twee females in mi life but mi only be wantin her!”
The animal scrached himself behind his ear.
“Well, you got yourself a problem there. What was your name again?”
“You nevah asked, mon. Mi be thinkin spirits know names.”
“True spirits care little for earthly things suck as names. They recognize people by other means. But I am no spirit. Just a Shaman that wants to help. Names Ormak.
The Wolf put up a paw and Ganjola shook it.
“Now, would ya please not be in da Wolf Shape any more, Shaman. It be weird sittin speakin to a Wolf dat only thoose close by can see, mon.”
It took three seconds. After that, the Wolf was gone and a Orc stood in its place, with a very familiar tabard on his chest.
“Eh! How dare ya treat an fellow tribesman like dat, mon. Mi really tought ya be a spirit, me havin an open mind to ya Shamans and da spirits.”

The Orc roared with laughter.

“Look, you looked like you wanted to talk and there is nothing of the usual crowd here so Id tought id talk to ya and you had nothing against it, see? Well, I hope I have not rubbed your faith in the spirits.”
The Troll shook his head and raised an eyebrow.
“Usual crowd?”
“In case you did not know it and I would not be surprised if thats the case, this rock is very popular amongst the young of Ogrimmar to...better know each other in the most intimite way.
“Ya be spyin on dem, Shaman?”
“Me and the spirit of this rock. He is an old fella who liked to be reminded that the people in this world show such love and dedication to each other. This place is considered a lucky place for Orcs who wants to get married and for Trolls who just want to score another Female. The spirit bless all couples who come here and from what I hear, that blessing is foolproof. However, he did not bless you and Kasa.”

Ganjolas heart sank. Why had not the spirit blessed them too?

“Why did he not do dat, mon?”
“You already had a stronger one on you, MON. And by the sound of it, it does not look like the work of the Loa that Elhoa says favour you, unless she really wants to torture you. There might be another one that favour you, or at least did that very moment.”

Ganjolas tought about it for a second. In hindsigh, it seemed like a miracle that Kasa and him had got together. After all, he had been so nervous he could not even put words to what he felt for her even if he knew exactly what it was.

“Well, good luck with Kasa and please send me a invite to the wedding.”
The Orc jumped back up on the ledge, turned into Travel form and ran off.
Hmf. Wedding? The Orc was certainly an Optimist. Or maybe he did not mean a Wedding with Kasa. Anyhow, he made a mental note that he actually would get an invitation if not only for his casual way of speaking of important things. When speaking to him, the problem did not seem that big anymore, just a mere obstacle that was easy to overcome.

Problem was, it was not. He had encountered Kasa a few times after the meeting. She seemed reluctant to even look at him and had as yet not uttered a single word to him and if they wanted to clear this up, they needed to speak to each other.

He looked away towards the road and realised he knew the two Troll priests walking there. He waved at them and they started moving towards him. He jumped down from the Cliff and greeded them.
“Ya Loa be with ya, mon” Lusa said cherfully but regretted it imidiatly when he saw the Warriors face and as a reward, she got an angry punch from Aital who had a unsuual look in her eyes when looking upon the Warrior. Ganjola sighted and sat down while Lusa turned away to make a campfire.



“How ya doin, mon?” Lusa tried again.
Ganjola explained and the Prisests nodded in Agreement. They did not like to see two of their tribesmen this unhappy and they wanted to help. As priests, their connection with the Loa was strong and it was their duty to keep everyone on the right track, and this warrior was clearly wavering from it for such a earthly thing as love. As a faithful follower of the Gods, Aital could not accept this for the Warriors own sake. Without a connection to the Loa, he would be cursed.

They sat around the campfire, speaking mostly about the daring attempt from the more experienced warrior of the tribe to brave the mysterious fortress in the Deadwind Pass and regretted that they all was too young and inexpericend to participate and bring glory to both the Thunderwolfs and the Horde.
Both Aital och Lusa tought this a good way to have Ganjola relax, to make him talk more about things he know most of, but their they had not come her to hear his comments on Battle Plans, they wanted him not to loose his connection to da Loa.

Lusa, who had not attended the meeting had not yet heard why this Warrior had spoken out against the Gods, gently asked the Warrior to explain. And the Warrior explained. At the end of his story, Lusa tought there was at least there was some reason to his madness. But as their elders always taught them, “The road to the Nether is paved with good intentions.”

Hopefully they would be able to reason with him.

One hour later, Lusa and Aital tought they at least had made a decent job of persuading Ganjola to follow his Loas path, but Ganjola had suddenly looked up against the Rock and gotten a certain glimpse in his Eyes. Within seconds, he had his Hearthstone in his hands and used it to disappear from the spot to the angry protests of the both priests. Up at the hill, a Sprit Wolf cursed himself. He should have moved quicker so that the Warriors scent would have evaporated into the Air, but the Hearthstone procedure had taken its time. “At least he aint here any longer” he thought as a Troll Priestess, wearing a long slender white dress and a jeweled staff sat down to speak with the other priests, tears filling her eyes.

Ganjola emerged in Shattrah, thankful for the Shamans warning. But he was sure his smell had not disappeared yet and thus, Kasa would know he had been there. Hopefully, she knew him to well to think he was flirting with Lusa and Aital. They where their friends, and he wanted neither as his female despite what the other trolls and the odd Orc thought behind his back. The entire tribe was talking about the unlucky event that had fallen upon the Priestess and the Warrior, sometimes with a snide comment and sometimes without.

He approached the Terrace of Light. While he was sure his problem was below the notice of the Naruu, he was comforted by its presence. He wondered who these beings really where – and how his Loas compared to them. Or was they Loa, the Shamanistic Spirits and The Humans and Dwarfs Holy Light, just under different names? There was no way of knowing, since it would be heracy to ask.

And he had enough trouble with his gods, those he knew was his.

In all this, a Elder Draneii stood forward to hold a speech to an assembly of some of the new recruits to the city, All Draneii. However, Ganjola surprised himself by finding it interesting to listen to his words, and after a moment, he choose a spot next to one of the young recruits who gave him a surprised gaze.
Even the Elder who spoke had noticed the Troll sitting down to listen to the lecture about the Holy Light, and how it helped people to do good instead of evil. He also told thoose who listened about the black hole that one felt when one was without the Holy Light. In a way, it reminded him of Elhoas teachings, on how the Tribes of Stranglethorn was brutal savages, only cause they had turned the Loas.

He had never heard anything like this speech in his entire life. It was different to what he was accustomed to hearing but he found himself nodding in agreement along with the other recruits as the Elder explained futher how a clean and devoted heart was the key to defeating the mindless demons.

It was the very same teachings he tried to learn younger Warriors, and there was one in particular who needed thoose lectures. He never know the name, but he had a fierce encounter outside Ogrimmar with a young Troll whose bloodlust seemed limitless. He shook his head. They had engaged in Battle and the inexperience Troll had lost. To this day, he regretted that he had to show what he meant by force.
He had only had his Sword with him at the time, while the young Troll had her entire arsenal at her disposal. Still, she had ran away with a bleeding lip. An accident. He had intended to strike to disarm, not to hurt. And this he tought was futher proof that all who tought for a cause needed a reason, preferable one that was not about bloodlust, revenge or just Old Hatreds. The Warrior that had callen herself the Blood Rose had failed to grasp this basic matter of the way of the warrior.

Deep in his toughts, he noticed in the corner of his eyes that the Elder Draneii had finished his lecture and that the other recruits was standing up and heading back to whatever posts they had to guard. He stood up himself, gave the Elder Draneii a court nod and moved upwards to the seconds floor of the building. There, he sat down and simply watched all the people, all of them with different reasons to fight in this conflict, all with different reasons to be in this place.

It took him several minutes to notice that somebody was watching him. The other troll, the watcher had approached him silently and just arrived in the city minutes ago. However, it was her smell that gave it away. He stood and faced her.

He said it in a monotonic voice. She was clearly sad and he could sense a struggle within her, the very same one that was in him. But she was a servant of the Loa, and that must have made it harder for her.

“One day. Dat all it took.”
He nodded. It seemed fast to him. He was also worried. Had she changed her mind?

“Kasa...” he began.
“Please. Just Shhh, mon.”

He sat down, resigned over his fate. He was sure. This was it. For this reason, he was surprised to se her place herself down beside him.

“One day.” she repeated. “Dat was all it took foh mi to know how mi feels. And mi knows ya have to do it mon. It be foh da Gods. And mi be wantin to help. But mi be wantin ya Female. Not one of ya Females.”

She pulled out a dagger.

“When mi thinks of anodda female around ya, me wants to use dis!” Rage flowed trough her eyes, mixed with tears. In a way, it reminded him of the story about the Loa Agwe and Gagwe, twins who was so different they could not stop figthing eachother. But here, it was a unified will behind it and not two siblings engaged in deadly battle. She grabbed her Dagger.

“Mi knows dat, mi love” Ganjola replied. “An thats why mi not like da Gods decision. Mi dont want to abide by it. Curse da Gods for doin dis”

She slapped him and hard.

“Dont let mi evah hear ya say dat again, mon. Ya path of da Loa be clear”
“Mi dont want to follow dat path if ya be no part of it” he declared.

Then she did something desperate. She put the dagger to her neck, openly weeping.

“Me....cant...stay wit ya if da go trough wit dis... Mi cannot betray da gods, me be a priest!” She shouted and yet, nobody on the floor seemed to notice her plight. Ganjola secretly wondered if the Naruu would allow his love to be harmed in front of it. Did it even care? The Draneii tought so.

But Naruu or not, she was his love. He could not watch her even try something like this. He gently put his hand on hers, and took the dagger out of an unresisting hand. She cried even harder. This...no...”

He hugged her, only to find himself pushed away, almost over the edge.
“Look Kasa, mon. Mi no ask this to happen. And mi do not want to loose ya, no matteh what. And mi be only needin and wantin a single female. An dat be you”

He could not bear this, he could not bear his Female crying over him. He was not sure he deserved to be another part in her life that made her sad. But he was in love with her, and he would support her to the end of days, in this life – and the next. And the one after that.

“Mi hafta be strong” she declared. “We both have to...”
“I know ya be right, dat da path of da Loa be for us, but mi cannot look upon ya without tinkin dat be will not accept anytin dat be seperatin us.”



She looked at him and insides Ganjolas mind, a secret heretic tought began building. What if Elhoa was wrong? What is his Loa was not really his? What if some Loa was just playing a cruel game with him and his Female? He would speak to Elhoa again. He had to.

“Kasa, mi love.” It was not hard saying that part. It was so strong, so true so it came almost by itself.
“Be ya at least willin to wait wit this until mi have spoken to Elhoa again, mon?”

She rushed forward to him, hugged him and whispered in his ear.
“We cant be togetha in dis life, but we gonna be in da next”

Ganjola feelt his heart burn. She could not possibly mean that. If she did, he would find himself in that World soon. Without her, there was no will to battle, and a Warrrior without his will is easy prey to his Foes as the Warrior called the Blood Rose had failed to know when she challenged him.

Still holding her, he spoke.
“Be ya please willin to wait until mi have spoken to Elhoa? Mi be honorin da Loa an seekin her advise. She be knowin what they be wantin. Mi get back to ya when mi have done dat. Ya know mi love ya.
No female apart from ya evah goin to be dis close to mi. Mi be speakin with Elhoa, okies?”

A nod. And that made all the difference in the world for the Warrior. He had to find his tribes spirital leader and see if this was truly The Way of the Loa for him. And if it was, what the hell was he going to do then?

It was quiet in the wasteland of Durotar. Too quiet for Ganjolas taste. It seemed he had gotten used to the sounds of battle, screaming demons and harsh winds of Hellfire Peninsula over the last few weeks. Zangarmarch had not been much better. The silence was always interrupted by calls for help or the cries of something running at him from behind. But now he was home. At last.

He lent down at the Herbs. These was the perfect ones to cure Aitals chronic shyness. And that was she had requested of him once upon a time. But they where rare and he had warned her the delivery could take time. That time had also gotten him time to think, something he desperatly needed to do. But he was still commited to meeting the Mambo Elhoa. Only that she had not answered his message. But somebody else had.

The Shaman Ormak had given him a reminder of this appointment.

Aital and Lusa, along with a companion of his had approached him during the latest Tribe Meeting in Stonetalon, but in all the commotion with that Shaman, he had forgot about it until know. The Shaman had claimed he could bring back Blockhead, whos soul was a corrupted beeing of Hakkar in Zul Gurub. Hmf. Reborn amongst the Elements. What kind of mockery of Blockhead he thought, not noticing the pink-haired Mage who was going to great lengths to hide his face from the Warrior.


He let his raptor down to a stroll as he approached Sen Jin Village – the place the priests had told him to go, this time and this date. And he had answered, yes – that he would come. He had no need to anger a futher two priests to add to the two that already seemed angry enough on him.

He spotted them at once, standing near the pond in the middle of the village. It was getting late, stars now filling the darkblue sky and the moon was clearly visible. Crud. That meant he was late too. They where to meet at Sunset. However, the priests did not seem angry.
Aital walked toward to him as he dismounted his raptor.
“Do ya got dem, mon?” she whispered. He smugged the herbs into her hands and gave her a quick hug.

Lusa also hugged him and both priests introduced more Trolls who apparently also had been summoned by them. He also noticed a lot of snakes on the ground, something that made him uneasy. He had never liked the creatures.

The drums started to play, and Lusa gave Ganjola a drink and told him to drink it. The effect was immediate. At once, he was smash drunk and could hear whispers in his head, whispers from the Snake.

"Dis be helpin ya connect to our Loa, mon".

Ganjola did not what to belive about this. He had a hard time beliving that he could change Loa just by being at the initiation ritual for their kind. While Aital, Malko and the other Trolls (most of them females) started dancing, he sat down by the pool. Lusa stood behind him, her hand on his shoulder.

"Drink da water, mon. It be bettah."
"Mi got enought of drink, a moh powerfull stuff, mon"



He felt her sense before he could possibly see her. Damnit! He knew how this would look and sat down, awaiting his fate. Kasa had arrived. What had made her know he was here, he did not know but knowing her, Ganjola knew she was going to have the wrong assumption about the entire situation.

He rose and faced her and could hardly stand straight.
"Kasa, mi love. Did Ormak summon ya here twoo?"

She slapped him.
"Shut it, mon. Mi be sick of it. Everytin ya have said ya would not do, ya be have been doin"
Ganjola was heartbroken, completly resigned to his fate.
"Do what ya have to do, mon."
"Me told ya what mi would do if dis be happenin, long time ago."
"Mi knows hos dis looks in ya eyes mon. But it be not like you think. But mi be no man for excuses. Dis be what ya see and dis be what ya belive. I will always love ya, mon. What be here be no changin dat.

Kasa grunted and walked off. For a moment, Ganjola did not care. Then he ran after her. He cought up with her, just outside the village.

They walked in complete silence. Not a single word was uttered until Kasa stopped, to sit down outside the village. He glanced at her face. Her emotions on the matter was mixed, but focused. It was frustration, sadness and affection, all working towards a common goal.

"Kasa mi love. Mi know mi have no right to say dat to ya, but it me no less true foh dat mon."
"Mi dont want ya to give up on ya Loa mon".
"But dat will be what mi will do foh ya, mon".
"Ganjola. Dis is how it will be. Mi will stay. We will both pick dem. Pick dems who we will be happy wit, mon.

She looked at Ganjola.

“We must follow da gods. It be not what we be wantin, but what dey be wantin.”
Ganjola simply nodded. He did not like it more then she did. In her eyes, no female compared to her.
But at least this way he had not to break against the will of the Gods. Kasa smiled.

“Fair enough, mi love” he said. “But no female will compare to ya in mi eyes”
She hugged him.

And all was well... for now.