Dazar'alor Dealings (Excerpt - Opening Scene)

Queen Talanji, the newly-crowned troll monarch of Zandalar, heard her footsteps echo through the Necropolis of Nazmir as she descended into the bowels of the temple. 

“Bwansamdi!” the troll queen called out into the cold abyss that was his lair. 

Her voice was initially met with silence. As the seconds ticked on, Talanji was growing more impatient. Her deity could be the most confounding and frustrating, and it always tested her patience whenever she had to make deals with him. Her father, the late King Rastakan had erred by ever making bargains with him in the first place, hoisting that same pact upon her with his death. But it was too late for that now. All she could do was make the best of it. 

Finally, her call was answered with a familiar jovial laughter from out of the darkness. “‘Ello ‘dere, Princess Talanji.” His voice seemed to reverberate throughout the entire chamber, materializing from everywhere and nowhere all at once. “Oh…ma apologies! I should be callin’ ya Queen Talanji now. Old habits,” he cackled a resonant, ethereal laugh.

Talanji, unamused by the joke at her late father’s expense, crossed her arms. “As your servant, I beseech ya for your favor.” 

Bwansamdi finally appeared before her as he revealed himself. His skeletal, macabre appearance and demeanor contrasted with his apparent jocular nature. The trolls’ loa of death hovered before her as he clapped his hands at her. 

“Is dat so? he laughed chillingly. “Ya never appreciated ol’ Bwansamdi before. Never enjoyed bein saddled wit da pact ya father King Rastakan made wit me. Yet here ya be, beggin’ Bwansamdi for his favor.”

He floated right up to her so that he was mere inches away from her face. To her credit, the young queen did not move. An eerie chill permeated off the deity's physical form. 

“I do ave to wonda what changed, hmm?”

She furrowed her brow. “Da talks ave concluded,” Talanji replied. 

“Talks?” Bwansamdi asked. No doubt he knew exactly what she was referring to given his near-omnipotence, but he was being irritatingly coy. 

“Da peace talks,” she answered. “She clenched her teal fists with brimming anger. “Da Proudmoore woman is to receive no punishment for her savage attack against Zandalar. Da rest o’ da Horde council overruled me.”

“D’aww,” Bwansamdi crooned with false sympathy. “No justice fer ya father, eh? Poor little queen. If only der were somethin’ Bwansamdi could do…”

She glared at him with icy coldness. “Enough wit da games, Bwansamdi. Just name ya price, and I will name what I want.” 

He smiled malevolently at her. “Direct, eh? Very well den,” he replied, his voice no longer laced with amusement. “Tell ya what. We’ll save da price fer anotha time. Dis one’s on da house, as da human innkeepas would say in da east. What you be needin’?”

Talanji looked at him skeptically. She knew there was no “free” when it came to Bwansamdi. But she was saddled with this pact regardless. She’d deal with the consequences later. 

She firmed her posture. “I want ya ta show me Lord-Admiral Jaina Proudmoore’s deepest desire.”

He intoned a devious chuckle. “So ya can take it from her?”

She gave no response, but it was enough for him. 

“Hah! I didn’t tink ya had it in ya. Very well. Stand back, Queen. Dis will take a few moments.”

As she watched, Bwansamdi conjured a large glowing green orb into his spindly outstretched skeletal hands. He manipulated the orb until it grew larger and larger before stopping. He began to channel power into the scrying orb, like a navigator adjusting a spyglass to get a clearer view of what they were looking at. 

Talanji paced back and forth, her bare feet padding over the cold stone floor of the necropolis. Jaina Proudmoore surely had magical defenses in place to prevent conventional magical means of spying on her. But she hoped that those security measures could not possibly account for a loa’s power. 

After a few minutes, Bwansamdi perked up. “Oooh, now dis is very interestin’!” Bwansamdi mused, his skeletal visage stretching into a wide smile. He was seeing something in his orb that she could not. 

“What is it?” Talanji asked, curious. 

“See for yaself!” He faced the glowing green orb toward her and it began to illuminate. At first, Talanji saw nothing. But then the fog enshrouding Bwansamdi’s conjured orb began to fade and she could get a clear view of what she was looking at.

The queen was surprised at what she was seeing. Jaina Proudmoore’s personal chambers in Kul’Tiras. The Lord-Admiral was sprawled out on her bed in the tallest tower of Boralus, the capital city of Kul’Tiras, Jaina’s homeland. 

And she was naked. Completely naked. The snowy blonde-haired archmage was reaching a finger up to tweak one of her pink nipples and fondle her full breasts, while the other hand was aglow with some kind of incantation. As Talanji watched, Jaina was using a conjured magical dildo, compelling it to pump itself in and out of her pussy, a wet sound heard throughout the room as the conjured sex toy pushed itself in and out of her. Jaina was whimpering and moaning softly as she pleasured herself. 

Though it was slightly amusing to peep in on a private, unguarded moment for her enemy, Talanji did not see how this would help her get her revenge in any way…

“Oh…A- Anduin!” 

Talanji blinked, the troll queen wondering if she’d heard that right. But sure enough, Jaina moaned the young human king’s name even harder a few moments later as she reached climax, her juices soaking the conjured dildo that was fucking her pink sex with steady, ceaseless pumping motions. 

The troll queen turned to her loa benefactor hovering nearby, who wore a creepy, leering smile on his skull-like features as he watched the nude human woman collapse atop the bed in a tired heap as her orgasm came to an end. 

“Enough,” Talanji said. 

Bwansamdi obliged, dismissing the orb. 

She stroked her chin, deep in thought for several moments as she wondered what could be done with this information. “I thought Jaina Proudmoore an’ young King Anduin were related. Dey both ‘ave golden hair,” Talanji mused aloud. 

Bwansamdi chuckled. “Nah. You be needin’ better sources, Queen. De Lord-Admiral sees the boy-king as a nephew, but dey not related by blood.”

Talanji nodded, her mouth stretching into a smile for the first time since arriving in the loa’s dark lair. She began to formulate a plan. The perfect plan for planting the seeds of her revenge. But more preparations were in order first. 

“Thank ya, Bwansamdi,” Talanji said, bowing to the loa of death. “But before I go, I need one more favor from ya.” She pressed her three-fingered hand to her flat teal midriff. 

Bwansamdi let out a knowing chuckle. “I be the loa of death, not da loa of life. But yes… can do this. I tink I ‘ave an idea what ya need. Hold still, queen. Hold still while ol’ Bwansamdi makes dat royal womb of yers nice an’ ripe for ya!” 

He pressed his skeletal hands to her tummy. Talanji shut her eyes as power flowed into her body, all while she mentally relished putting her plan into action soon enough.