Warning: You are not logged in. Your IP address will be publicly visible if you make any edits. If you log in or create an account, your edits will be attributed to your username, along with other benefits. Anti-spam check. Do not fill this in!==Introduction== The suit itched. The Forsaken despised being inside the Human Male Multipurpose Suit (HuMMS) but it was a necessary evil. Unknowingly, he scratched at the suit. The thing itched something fierce. The translator box worked entirely too well, he thought to himself. Every word that he spoke was twisted into that droning human voice and every word spoken to him came to his ears in that same droning voice. It seemed that every human sounded the same. At least the women sounded interested. The human female voice was much more inviting than the sound of brass bolts being tossed onto gravel that the Forsaken women usually sounded like. Why do humans insist on talking to him so much? And the elves! He could not fathom how many elves there were in Azeroth but it felt like he met all of them at least three or four times over. Endless streams of the mutant eared freaks paraded all around the land. It was overwhelming at times. He found himself led into a great Keep near Goldshire. Apparently, it was a clan headquarters for one of the many associations of the Alliance. It was hard to keep from gasping. His own clan had a feeble meeting place in Durotaur. The small, dusty and abandoned pig farm outside of Ogrimmar seemed a travesty compared to the huge masonry structure he was walking into. Stormwind Guards protected the interior, there was a Morale Officer that provided libations it was too much. Conversation was difficult for the Head Hunter. It was not because he could not understand the language. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He had long been free of tongue. If he thought it, he spoke it. Blunt, painful, honest or malicious, he was never one to keep silent. Just twenty four hours earlier, he was slaying the guards and Morale Officer in this hold of the enemy. Now he was, at least in their eyes, one of them. The reasons to wear the suit were many, but now, he was wondering about all of them. A sick human wandered near the Keep and began to cough up blood. It is the first sign of Scourge. All that the Forsaken wearing the people-suit could think was Not here. Not again. Anything but that. He found himself ready to defend his enemies from something much worse than war. It was a strange world that he was wandering in now. Lines began to blur. Comfortable lines that he had found himself happily inscribed now seemed to be fading. It is a strange, yet wonderful world the Head Hunter now finds himself in. Summary: Please note that all contributions to the Earthen Ring Wiki are considered to be released under the CC-BY-SA Cancel Editing help (opens in new window) Retrieved from "https://earthenring.fandom.com/wiki/Adventures_in_a_People-Suit"