A female Orc sits surrounded by scrolls of parchment and vellum, stacks of books, empty bottles and small animals. Her black hair is a voluminous tangle entwined with quills, pet fur, and what look suspiciously like blood clots, and she is constantly drinking from a massive wooden mug of thick, dark ale, which is starting to dwindle. She is flipping through a thick, faded volume of stories with a frantic rapidity, her face screwing up into a tighter and tighter look of frustration as she progresses. She reads aloud, muttering, "Then Joilee ran her fingers down the supple spine of..."
Finally, she tosses the book aside and bursts aloud, “No. No, no, no, NO! None of these work! This is a gathering of the clans, a celebration of the fallen, and a primal cry to the Horde! Not some foofy, stupid Alliance tea party.” She takes a swig from her mug, emptying it, and stares at the bottom, furious. “No, this just won’ do. We needta have stories of valor, tales which bring honor to our fallen dead, to our ancestors, and to the elements! What we need...is a Spirit Walk.”
She grabs a nearby tome from near the bottom of a stack of books, sending those books on top tumbling to the ground. Flipping open to a page opposite an engraving of a Troll Shaman standing over a large fire, she smiles as her eyes travel down the text:
The Spirit Walk is drawn from the traditions of certain tribes of the Trolls, who believe that the dead do not rest easy and instead rely upon a kind of psychosocial food in the form of stories told aloud. These tales, it is believed, feed the souls of the hungering dead on the strength of valor, honor, and sacrifice. Unlike other traditions which hold that the souls of the dead travel to some form of afterlife, these Trolls believe that regular storytelling events must be held to comfort the souls of the dead. In this way, the living are able to walk alongside the fallen and learn from their past - hence the name “Spirit Walk”.
Finally, she tosses the book aside and bursts aloud, “No. No, no, no, NO! None of these work! This is a gathering of the clans, a celebration of the fallen, and a primal cry to the Horde! Not some foofy, stupid Alliance tea party.” She takes a swig from her mug, emptying it, and stares at the bottom, furious. “No, this just won’ do. We needta have stories of valor, tales which bring honor to our fallen dead, to our ancestors, and to the elements! What we need...is a Spirit Walk.”
She grabs a nearby tome from near the bottom of a stack of books, sending those books on top tumbling to the ground. Flipping open to a page opposite an engraving of a Troll Shaman standing over a large fire, she smiles as her eyes travel down the text:
The Spirit Walk is drawn from the traditions of certain tribes of the Trolls, who believe that the dead do not rest easy and instead rely upon a kind of psychosocial food in the form of stories told aloud. These tales, it is believed, feed the souls of the hungering dead on the strength of valor, honor, and sacrifice. Unlike other traditions which hold that the souls of the dead travel to some form of afterlife, these Trolls believe that regular storytelling events must be held to comfort the souls of the dead. In this way, the living are able to walk alongside the fallen and learn from their past - hence the name “Spirit Walk”.