[Grommash had no idea where the hell he was. The last thing he remembered was being in a life or death battle with a Pit Lord and then... imps overwhelmed him, and dragged him in a sack to this land. Imps should not be able to overwhelm him and the fact that they had was more than enough to injure the champion's pride.
There was so many humans at this "feast" and he wondered why he hadn't been attacked. Was this their doing? Were they trying to mock him? This made little sense, and was unnecessarily petty, even for humans, but through his blood raged eyes it made perfect sense. He had almost started just cleaving every human he seen in two, before remembering Thrall and just how badly his rage and lust for power had gotten. Instead of going a more violent route, he instead opens his mouth, jaw unhinging almost impossibly wide, and lets out a loud screech worthy of the name "Hellscream". It is extraordinarily loud. Almost ear-drum bustingly so for anyone in close enough range. Enjoy your meal :|]
02. Station
[Grom is trying his best to relax in his new environment, but ugh. Everything is so small, so humanized. He's sitting down on the patio with a drink in his hand. It's in a small glass cup! One that looks way too undersized for an Orc of his build. And after taking a second look at the cup, he realizes it would barely even qualify as a sip. With a growl, he crushes the glass cup in his hand, letting the shards and all of the cups contents fall to the ground.
He's angry at everything! Why did he have to get stuck in a place like this. Clearly it was not made for an Orc.]
Grommash Hellscream | Warcraft | Court Undecided
[Grommash had no idea where the hell he was. The last thing he remembered was being in a life or death battle with a Pit Lord and then... imps overwhelmed him, and dragged him in a sack to this land. Imps should not be able to overwhelm him and the fact that they had was more than enough to injure the champion's pride.
There was so many humans at this "feast" and he wondered why he hadn't been attacked. Was this their doing? Were they trying to mock him? This made little sense, and was unnecessarily petty, even for humans, but through his blood raged eyes it made perfect sense. He had almost started just cleaving every human he seen in two, before remembering Thrall and just how badly his rage and lust for power had gotten. Instead of going a more violent route, he instead opens his mouth, jaw unhinging almost impossibly wide, and lets out a loud screech worthy of the name "Hellscream". It is extraordinarily loud. Almost ear-drum bustingly so for anyone in close enough range. Enjoy your meal :|]
02. Station
[Grom is trying his best to relax in his new environment, but ugh. Everything is so small, so humanized. He's sitting down on the patio with a drink in his hand. It's in a small glass cup! One that looks way too undersized for an Orc of his build. And after taking a second look at the cup, he realizes it would barely even qualify as a sip. With a growl, he crushes the glass cup in his hand, letting the shards and all of the cups contents fall to the ground.
He's angry at everything! Why did he have to get stuck in a place like this. Clearly it was not made for an Orc.]
Useless...