The elements barely spoke to him in this world. It was disconcerning.
What was more odd was the familiar face that stared back at him. Like if someone had grafted his own orcish appearance onto the body of his long dead friend. Touching his hand to his face (huh, five fingers), he checked the horns stemming from his head.
He was still adorned in the same clothing he took to Draenor, the massive warhammer by his side. But no longer was he in the middle of Nagrand.
Resting the hammer at his side, he dropped to one knee. "Spirits below and above, heed my call. Come speak to me. What land have I entered this time?"
Mayfield Thrall
Oh hey, back again. He had been in the middle of a video game with his son when the world blurred around him in rainbow patterns. Clearly the work of some other being. Standing up, he groped for the comfort of Doomhammer, and found it hanging there at his side.
A green furred hand was in his face and he removed it, flexing his fingers. Carefully he flicked his fingers as a cloak appeared around his bare chest, for the chill of the day revealed it was winter. "Another world. I wonder what to find here."
Thrall | World of Warcraft | (Mayfield AU and WoD)
The elements barely spoke to him in this world. It was disconcerning.
What was more odd was the familiar face that stared back at him. Like if someone had grafted his own orcish appearance onto the body of his long dead friend. Touching his hand to his face (huh, five fingers), he checked the horns stemming from his head.
He was still adorned in the same clothing he took to Draenor, the massive warhammer by his side. But no longer was he in the middle of Nagrand.
Resting the hammer at his side, he dropped to one knee. "Spirits below and above, heed my call. Come speak to me. What land have I entered this time?"
Mayfield Thrall
Oh hey, back again. He had been in the middle of a video game with his son when the world blurred around him in rainbow patterns. Clearly the work of some other being. Standing up, he groped for the comfort of Doomhammer, and found it hanging there at his side.
A green furred hand was in his face and he removed it, flexing his fingers. Carefully he flicked his fingers as a cloak appeared around his bare chest, for the chill of the day revealed it was winter. "Another world. I wonder what to find here."