Smirked “I just got stunned by a one lightforged draenei having an nice interview with me. Sure… I might had been little scared of her presence, thought she might smite me… because of what a filthy warlock dog I am. But all went smoothly to the end, even got to be examined by her, AND NOT IN A WAY SOME PERVERTS MIGHT THINK RIGHT NOW.”
Question: If you found out you only had next 24h only to life, what would you do?
Martok laughs…
“Martok was kicked out of the Shadowlands for breaking too many things and making even the dead people fat on cake!. Me quite sure he will be kicked out again if he tries going back there!”
Question: Who will you boink in the shadowlands… yes Martok means the naughty kind of boink 
Fitting guild name. Consider a visit.
Frowns “Alright, it looks like you will head to the maw after I’m done with you.” Raises both runeblades of his.
Question: “How would you handle this perverted and puny orc?” Points at Martok
“Martok? He be the greatest baker on Kalimdor. I’d handle him by melting down your gear once I be done handling you, and molding it into cutlery for him to bake with. He deserves the best!”
Question:
If you were to die and enter the Shadowlands - even temporarily - who from your past would you expect to be waiting to see you? A loved one? Someone you’d left behind?
"Would love to go romantic and say: my friends, and all the usual stuff…
But…
Been there, done that… and nothing on Da Other Side, my Troll friend, just a grim mirror of the Living world, it is gloomy; colors are muted, light is dimmed, the air is chill and life is generally dark and gray. dark clouds and mist, that hides the souls… faint moans. Shadows that used to torment us. Forget the “traditional” directions of the World of the Living, I suspect, the “Shadowlands” are just the outskrit of something disturbingly greater, I think it is the part of the Underworld closest to that lands of the living, a mirror “skin” of reality, with every location in the breathing realm having a corresponding location in the Shadowlands which, for the most part, obey conventional rules of distance.
But deeper?
Behind the mist, the swirling darkness?
I don’t know, never dared to wander “deeper” farther away from the Living world.
But from the corner of my eyes… sometimes, not always, just… sometimes… I see someone
Never actually catch her face, and when I turn to her, she is gone
But I’m sure, it is her
My sister
And it kills me a little inside every time
Question: If I would offer you a chance to become a Death Knight… would you accept my offer?
“Hell no, you vile being!”
Question: What is your greatest hero?
Question from Spellagosa : There are many to choose from … but i have to pick Varian wrynn 
Question: What are your funny moments, that has happened to you in World of warcraft ?
Rush grins wide, immediately appearing amused by the question. “My funniest moment? There be a lot, but I can share one with you.” He shifts in his seat and sits up a little straighter than usual.
“Right after the Horde welcomed in the Send-a-Rays, or belves as some people call them, I was at this base in Zangarmarsh that had a detachment of belf swordsmen to help us clear out the Darkcrest naga. There was this one Send-a-Ray from this town called Train-Killin back on Azeroth. He was the first person to teach me how to use two-handed swords, real gentleman of a guy. Things were always kind of weird around the base though, kind of like when the Forsaken joined. The Send-a-Rays had a different culture from most of us; most of them were like a hundred years old, so they were more conservative. Most of them wouldn’t laugh at fart jokes or use bad words, and they didn’t open up about personal topics as easily.”
Squeezing a lemon out into his cup, Rush stirs the imported Thalassian tea and then eats the remainder of the lemon, skin and all. He doesn’t even wince or react to the bitter citrus acid. “But that one guy, what’s-his-name, he was cool. When he was training me in two handers, I mentioned how much I hate the Amani tribe, and he was real chummy and less formal after that. One night, things were quite in the camp; the belves were eatin dinner in their own tent, and everybody else was in the great hall. Then this guy, he tells me he has an idea and leads me to the pig sty. We let one of the pigs out and then he gets this canister of petroleum jelly, and I was all like ‘whoa dude, I not be into that,’ but then he greases the pig and slaps it so it runs into the middle of camp. Everybody comes out of their places to see what all the noise be about, and they see me and this Send-a-Ray with this greased pig screaming bloody murder. And then, I swear if I be lyin then I be dyin, the swordsman - this bajillion year old elf who acted all stuffy and never smiled or anything - takes his boots off and starts chasin the pig through the mud.
“Every other Send-a-Ray in the place stood slack jawed. Even the orcs all gasped, watchin this dude old enough to remember Azeroth’s last ice age, this belf who drank soup with spoons and stuff, barefoot and chasin a greased pig. So I took my greaves off and started chasin the pig too cause I didn’t want him to be singled out as weird by himself. As soon as I join in, a few of the orcs start chasin the pig too, and then a few of my people. And - again, I swear - this little blood mage with a neck thinner than my ankle takes her shoes off and starts chasin the pig too. By the end of the night, everybody except the ranked officers was covered in mud tryin to catch this cryin pig. There was no yellow or blue or green - we were just Horde at that moment.
“That swordsman died when we invaded the Black Temple, by the way. We roasted the same pig in his honor. Sad to lose him, but he taught me a lot, about fightin and even havin fun.”
Question: where are your parents now? If they knew where in Azeroth you are, and what you’re doing, would they be proud?
"That was a good story, Troll. The kind that we should remind ourselves.
Although I am afraid my answer to your question won’t be as touching as your story. Both my parents fell with the Scourge. Still, mother, being the persistent woman she is, couldn’t manage to stay dead. Who knows where is she now? Discharged from the Forsaken army years ago, even before the fall of Windrunner, on the run. Maybe Northrend? The cold keeps the corpse fresh after all.
But if there is one thing that I know, she was never, and will never be proud of me since the day she realized I am hopeless to continue to legacy of her lineage, unable to become a Farstrider. A woman of bow and war, couldn’t manage to shape her only daughter bring more glory to her name." Bell waves a dismissive hand, her expression is unbothered. "After a century or two, one gives up on trying to please everyone. Even her parents. She visits when she needs me, I don’t.
Maybe my father would be proud. I heard his beloved first wife was a Priestess as well. Never get to know him that well, too old and too bitter since the day I started to understand the world, consumed by his work, his studies, and his grief that never went away."
Question: A Bronze Dragon owes you a favor, agreed to travel you through time. When and where would you go? And to do what?
Taking her time to answer, her recording crystal humming faintly, she takes a deep breath.
"As we know, time is a fragile weave and our one true timeline must be preserved at all material and physical cost. Only recently do we allow ourselves the privilege of bending and reversing events unfavorable to individual entities and now even the Bronze are known for tampering with what they once so rigidly preserved.
Thus we now have mag’har of another world and age displaced into our reality. With their timeline unrelated to known causality, their presence only truly changes what history is yet becoming by their actions. Meanwhile, much has been done toward preserving our reality including travel into possible futures and complicit involvement in some of the greatest atrocities known to this world with all lives that could have been saved consigned to statistics of history by necessity in preserving those who live in the present."
The very notion seems to upset her and she takes a moment to breathe, long fingers flexing anxiously.
"Meddling is risking all of creation and reaching beyond is a rare event with respect to necessary chronological sequences. Such a daunting task must ever be handled with all due caution and unwavering profound respect for life, humility toward history and acceptance of one’s own limitations.
So what could I possibly do? My heart aches for those lost, whether at Shattrath, Silvermoon, Theramore or Teldrassil but to act to undo them leaves a universe unknown to us and a world we’ve never known. If they could be saved without catastrophic consequence to the present, would they not have been saved at another’s hand already; their lives necessary to our age?
It is a difficult matter to answer what lies in this question and without conditions favouring consequence, it is irresponsible to even consider and disrespect shown to the fallen, thinking that unmaking their sacrifice is worth unwinding the reality for which they died.
Truly, there is little that I could hope to change. Even if I would reach another chronological dead end at the edge of an alternate history to pluck a different crop from Draenor or even Argus, saving them from the inexorable crushing treads of fate. Nothing that I can accomplish is worth destroying all that we know and claiming otherwise is terrifying short sighted arrogance borne of fruitless and dangerous ambitions.
So, leaving the agony of such choices behind; what else can be done? Can I travel and see what was and will be? The path that was holds many mysteries, still and acting the observer and learning directly would be a wondrous gift. Imagine seeing the first fumbling steps of prehistory as the first bold eredar reached out to grasp the Arcane to begin the sequence that shaped the greatest of civilizations. Imagine observing the hour of one’s species first using tools of creation in such a way."
A faint smile finds its way to her lips as she continues.
"There are other events, of course that I would see by curiousity and necessity to settle contention and conjecture of many historians alongside political disputes of note. Thus armed, I could aid many in the present if I knew that it wouldn’t harm the future.
Ah yes, the future. Dare I even speculate? Each year is another crisis on this world. Would I be allowed to see the next? I doubt it geatly, leaving one soul trying to warn the mulitudes. Knowing the pivotal moment toward our next disaster, could I stop myself from intervening? Could I stay my hand seeing the Prophet’s murderer approach him? Could I stay silent, my warning dying on my lips when seeing the next warchief speak a lie to plunge the world into chaos? I cannot trust myself with this but I would wish to see the distant age when all these struggles are behind us; an Azeroth at peace in a brighter day, building what could be were its people not reduced to barbarism by necessity. I would wish to see this world, then. No matter how distant and whether or not my people yet have a place in it."
Question:
Who taught you your best skills and how did they go about it? What sort of mentor did you have?
"Depends on which skills. If it’s who trained me to be a demon hunter, it’s easy. Was a team effort. Handling warglaives, fel, moving and thinking like a hunter on a basic level was just a couple of months. And the change into what I am now was gradual, after the initial ritual.
But the real, on field training happened when I was already a demon hunter in full. Any soldier worth their weight can tell you that. Knowing how to bend magic to your will and doing a few flips while swinging with a blade is easy. Doing it in tandem, effortlessly and purposefully is what makes a real Hunter. And there ain’t no training or mutations in the world that can teach that. Only prepare you for learning by yourself."
Question: You can permanently bring a person into the present from whatever point in the past you wish, without changing the timeline. Who would it be and from what point in time?
Sargeras pre-corruption.
Sargeras is one of only few beings with the means to unify azaroth and beyond.
And right now we need a unifier.
Before the alliance and horde come to blows again.
Question:
Do you believe we would be beter off with azaroth the titan was dead?
“The Azeroth titan? Honestly, don’t know. They don’t tell people like me nothing about the matters of the Titans. Not that I’d be arrogant to try and claim I have any real sort of understanding of that, mind. Is it because of the Azeroth titan that the planet’s been bleeding Azerite that we’ve been blowing each other up with? If that’s the case I’ll take a very healthy bandaged-up titan over a wounded and bleeding or a dead one. Who knows what they’ll cook up with its body.”
Question: What is your greatest daily struggle?
“Now? I suppose it be resistin the urge to do bad things.”
Rush looks down at the thick palms of his hands. “Banditry pays. It be awful, despicable, but it pays. In my days in the Horde army, I fought far more orcs and other trolls than I ever did humans or dwarves. Bandits be everywhere, and every time we got them, we found enough loot to buy a fortress.”
He looks up again, almost shy to speak. “Axe me the question, I tell you no lie: I never stole in my whole life. But I know how to, now. I’ve busted enough bandits and highway robbers…enough to know that they make way more money than I ever will. His gaze drifts toward the window. “Loa, protect me from my own actions.”
Question: if you retired - if you could retire in such a world beset by the craft of war - then where would you go to escape it all?
“Oh, I’d travel back to the wandering isle. I’d love to spend the rest of my days in the land I grew up in, not only to be with family and old friends, but to feel a sense of normality again. The horde is a wonderful place, with lots of cities and cultures to visit, but we pandaren are still strangers in a strange land. Some of us might fit in more then others,but I’ve always felt that the others races of the horde share a stronger sense of unity and bond with each other then they do with us. I am ever grateful for their hospitality, but my heart will one day long for home.”
Question: Do you feel like your race is an integral and ingrained part of your faction? Or do you feel like an outsider looking in?
"This world is our home and the factions, such as they are, remain a political necessity. Through this bond, this union of nations, I do find common cause and spirit in no small part from shared faith and history of suffering horde predations.
Despite this, my people are outsiders still. Exiles for many millennia, it will take more than a few years to establish ourselves not just in local culture and custom but in our own hearts as well. Many yet long for lost Argus in a deeply felt sense at odds with reality; a nostalgic pining that while useful in preserving the old ways remains an obstacle toward ever truly treating Azeroth as their home.
Personally, as an outsider, culturally and geographically lest we forget Azuremyst isles remote location especially now, I have a luxury of exploring and asking questions natives may not necessarily ask themselves. In this, my status is a gain and not a loss. One day, though, I wish to be cherished neighbour more than honoured guest."
Question:
Perhaps a loaded subject but what great social change would you enact on a given culture within your faction if you had the influence?
Question: Perhaps a loaded subject but what great social change would you enact on a given culture within your faction if you had the influence?
"Oof, this is a big one. Narrowing it down a lot, there’s probably one major problem on the list: Humans in many cities are still superstitious about magic, as if to make up for the existence of Dalaran. This keeps them from integrating it into their lives, which could make everything so much easier.
"Imagine if there was a druid or a shaman at every farm in the greater kingdom of Stormwind. They’d never fear blight or drought again, harvests would be richer than ever, and maybe the various evil cults of the world would have fewer desperate recruits. Though honestly, general magical education might also help with that. ‘Demons and You: How the two should never mix.’
“The point is that, while some Humans - like the entire city of Dalaran’s Human population - clearly don’t need this, when you talk to people in Elwynn or Duskwood, they really don’t know the things many Thalassian Elves would consider basics. Stuff you teach to children. I think they’d be a lot better off with more knowledge of, and access to, the people and forces that can improve their lives.”
Question: Leaving aside questions of Anduin’s personal qualifications, should the Alliance listen so much to the Human king? Does the Horde have the right idea in moving to council rule?
My answer is: no. Any Human king is… well Human. Whats their lifespan? 100 years top and after their seventies/eighties they are err… not useless , not completly, but pretty much yeah.
What a Human lack is perspective.
Its easy to wage wars and r*pe the enviroment when you will not be there to see and suffer the long term consequences… and you know it
Not to mention the fact, they are actually incapable of forming a strong and unified race. Even the Clan based Orc savages managed to work together as a Race and stayed together, while humanity’s default state is to be fragmented in to several small and rivalising “kingdoms”.
Even now, what left of Azeroth’s Humans are not ruled by the Human King… there is no such thing as the Human King… there is a Human King. Several actually. Greymane of Gilneas, Anduin of Stormwind, Danath of Stromgarde, the Council of Six of Dalaran… the Lord Admiral of Kul tiras, and you even could count in Calia Menethil of Lordareon. Not to mention the Noble Houses.
Its a mess
Humans are not like Elves or Dwarves… more like Trolls, every tribe of Humans doing whatever they want.
So no, a Human king is not fitting to lead the Alliance… and no sane individual should expect such ancient creatures like Valen or Tyrande to listen to a Human and put the fate of their race in his hand and governed by his decision.
So yes, the Horde got that right… tho’ Talanji wise decision to remain independent as an ally I think set up a route, where the Blood elves of Quel’Thalas, the Nightborne of Suramar, the Vulpera Caravans (already part of the coalition of Voldunai) and the Taurens of highmountain and Mulgore should be considered independent, soverign kingdoms/empires like Zandalar, but working as allies, not bound by some blood oath to some warmonger’s wet dream of blood, honor and glory… and the council of the leaders decide, not one individual.
Funny… the Horde became a real Alliance of races of mutual goal… while the Alliance became like the Horde was and now kept together only by oaths and shaky promises and fear of the world outside of the human borders and of course, the future
Question: would you leave Azeroth? Lets assume either by the Fel Hammer, the Vindicaar, or just thanks to some artifact like the Sargerite Keystone or individuals like Matron Mother Malevolence, who are capable to tear a portal to the far away world… you would have the opportunity to leave this planet and the wars and all. Either alone, or either with companions, or even enough people from your or another race to from a healthy and strong colony and start from square one!
Would you do it? If yes, alone? With others? whom?
That would depend entirely on the destination in question!
As a Warlock, I know that there are many magnificent and wonderful worlds out there, but I also know that there exist some decidedly un-fun places that I haven’t the least desire to ever visit.
Although the idea of traveling to another world to found my own kingdom does sound appealing. Unfortunately it would be very difficult to find suitable subjects.
I suspect that us Ren’Dorei may be sterile due to the sheer amount of void energies we’ve been exposed to, so we’d never be able to form a colony.
Taking some uncorrupted blood elves from Quel’thalas would be one solution, although it’d take a long while to suitably populate the place, and then there’s still all the void prejudice.
It would be easy to summon a plethora of demons to form a dukedom, alas; I have enough experience with demons to know that they are a bother to deal with, including the seemingly obedient ones. That, and the fact they make poor farmers, tax payers and are chronically unable to form a civil society.
Question: Who is your most feared enemy? Why?