Curse of Tongues

[Krolbrim]

The Forsaken smirked. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Quietly, he walked over to the sleeping Moonkin. Krolbrim had fallen asleep right in the open...slowly, Legren cast a curse on him - the Curse of Tongues. Normally, this made one speak in Demonic. But it was an altered spell he had come up with recently. It simply made speaking a bit...different. The warlock slowly walked away.

Morning came, Krolbrim awoke. "Asleep fallen in middle of bluffthunder, did I," he said, then slowly rose to his feet. Wait. That came out wrong. "In bluff of lightning did I sleep fall?" What the...? "Motherearth, bad this can has be! Speak goodly I cannot of Orcish?" Okay, try Taurahe...calm down... "Uhm...testing, testing?" Oh, that's not so bad, then. Krolbrim sighed and walked off. Talking to other peoples of the horde should prove...interesting.

Lurking in the shadows, the warlock chuckled. "Oh, Curse of Tongues," he said, grinning. "Such fun we will have together."

[Krolbrim]

Krolbrim frowned. It was obvious he was cursed, of course - and after speaking to a mage friend of his who had dabbled in darker magics (though thankfully pulled back) he determined that it was the Curse of Tongues - but heavily modified. Increased, nearly limitless duration, and rather than the victim speaking demonic, it merely made their speech come out garbled. In addition, it was nearly impossible to dispell.

Which is why, of course, Krolbrim had to come up with the idea. Rather than dispell the curse, they would modify it. It had been altered by the caster in such a way it was vulnerable to further change, and so they would do. Rather than it altering his normal speech, it would alter that of his animal forms. A sort of "filter" to convert it to Orcish or Taurahe, depending on his preference. This had been decided a good week ago, but the required reagents were not easy to get. "Devilsaur Saliva...really, who makes a spell that needs something like that..." muttered Krolbrim, tapping a hoof against the cavern floor. The mage had dragged him off the Pools of Vision, claiming the location was right for the magic.

"Is it about ready?" snapped Krolbrim. He'd been standing here for about an hour now. "Give it time, mon," said the troll, scratching at his upper lip. "If I be doin' dis wrong, you could end up speakin' nothin' but de word "beef" for da rest o' your life or somethin'," he said, nodding to himself. He continued to set up a few magical symbols ("De organization be vereh important, mon!") then finally, seemingly satisfied, he stepped back. "Yeah, dis be good enough. You readeh?" "Yes, get on with it."

The Troll nodded. It was a good thing he understood Taurahe or this would be a bit difficult, Krolbrim mused. "Alrigh', we be startin'," said the mage, beginning a low chant. The four symbols around Krolbrim glowed then suddenly...stopped. "Alrigh', tha's it." "That...that's all? An hour of moving them around for a sparkly effect? That was-" "It was ten minutes at most, mon!" "Whatever!" "Try speakin' Orcish again, it should be comin' out normal now," he said, grinning. Krolbrim nodded. "The troll in front of me is a jerk and I hate him." "Dat be harsh, mon. But it worked!"

Krolbrim smiled slightly. "Test out de otha half, mon, that part was hard ta do...wanna see if it worked out right." Krolbrim quickly shifted into a bear. "Hello?" "IT SPEAAAAAAAAAKS!" roared the troll in triumph, pumping his arms in the air. Krolbrim shifted through his other forms as well; all worked as planned. He could speak. Finally, no more inconvenience when in a preferred state! "Thank you, Silgrejin. You've come a long way over the years, you know." "Thanks ta you, mon. I wouldn' even be able ta read if not for you! You took me in when the other people wouldn' just cuz o' my heritage. Not that it matters now, I tan blue." Krolbrim smirked a bit at that. The Troll - his pupil of sorts - despite being a bit of a smartass at times, was a friend. "Thanks again, Silgrejin. Now if you'll pardon me, I have to go, the story circle is starting soon." Said Krolbrim, walking toward the cave exit.

"Silgrejin, it was not ten minutes...the sun is already down. And has been for a long time, by the looks of it..." came Krolbrim's voice, a rageful whisper. He turned around...but Silgrejin was already gone, a portal to Orgrimmar just faded as Krolbrim turned. "I'll get you back for this..." he muttered, stomping from the cave. "Missed the story circle, dammit...bah."