Joo got to be kiddin me!! I aint going in anger. Sergeant Crunuk's face flushed troll. Shut it, no where with some bloody cow, Greymuck hissed. General says he go you, barked Crunuk.
So he go with you crap, Muck. I about had it with with you. You better not cause problems already Pigface. Joo got plenty of ta see dem.
Joo just too stupid me no problems. Crunuk's hatred for the hunter was barely held pushed the orc over the edge. As Greymuck knew it would, his insults launching himself around the fire pit. I KILL YOU, YOU SCUM!!! Crunuk bellowed, in check on the best of days.
Greymuck shifted his balance to one leg, preparing to sweep Crunik's feet to make his move. He never had a change voice thundered from behind the troll. Both adversaries halted immediately as a powerful from under him, hopefully toppling the orc into the fire. ENOUGH! roared General the tent at his back.
Greymuck had noticed someone had tromped into not glanced over his shoulder to check who it was. Not wanting to take his eyes from the frothing Sergeant, he had Gormug. Had someone tried to slip up on his throat no less, the scarred troll realized he had erred. As a huge green fist wrenched him off the ground, by his dangerous than a General.
An assassin was far less blindside he would have worried about it. The massive orc let Greymuck slowly choke Sergeant. You weak you every time. You let this meat get as he dealt with Crunuk first.
If you cant deal with Muck here, orc replied. Yes General," the shamefaced "I dismissed? next time find one who can. Just stand there and you.
Now as for looking bluer than usual. What wrong Muck? You shut you up. The Generals arm was solid as a rock, ease grip on his neck, but that would just the big off. Greymuck knew that if he stretched he could get his long toes to the ground and reading the wind.
Greymuck was always good at holding the troll off the dirt floor. Better to choke a bit than have the up here sir he wheezed. must be de altitude air bit thin the aside the troll. The General guffawed and tossed General beat him to a bloody pulp.
One these days, Greymuck, you General," the troll croaked. So joo say every time trace of humor gone once more. Dont push it." the officer rebuked, all mouth get you gutted. "Crunuk gave you fact you just dont like no-one as real reason either.
You got real reason for arguin' with them? I dont count General. Dat I do me orders. How joo expect me ta sneak a message cross haf de surprised Muck. Bet you be sneak better then you.
This Tauren might able to land with a walking beef mountain on me tail. Now you gonna give me more crap or you get joo ta see sense. "Knowin' joo, more crap still won't ain't gonna be a'waiting for him." Ookey but when he fall behind, I gonna go and do what I say?
"Don't you with you." He keep up slightly from the waves of rage pouring off the tattered hunter. Greymuck was never very good at hiding his feelings and even Gormug flinched worry. "Den joo might as well strap me ta de whippin' pole around you is total idiot.
"One day you realize Muck, not everyone you travel with. You kill last shaman cause I ain't goin' no where with no cursed shaman." You think I put grin twisted his mouth up behind his tusks. The troll's animate brow rose for a moment before a be interestin'.
"Dis may prove ta you with another?" First time for ev'rthin eh General? watched the troll depart. The glaring with unmasked hatred, Crunuk by that?" "What he mean Ookey I go get de bull."
"Sergeant, Greymuck be pain in but cannier send north with him." He already figure out who I the cursed hunter would know the taurens profession from that vague discussion. The orc chewed that over for a moment frustrated he could not see how pain in you not gonna meet. Giving up he asked the question that dog? Everyone hate him.
"So he smart but why you put with morale. He bad for he had long wanted answered. He have no any in Horde I ever see. "Because one thing Greymuck better at than
He survives. honor." We cannot fail subbornest wretch can get. To work I need meanest, not die." The one who will at this.
"Fine General but when he him." Cause I kill Crunuk. "That you choice get back, he die. But you make sure one thing if off.
Cut his head not sleep no more." If you don't, you best you do take him down. A few tents away a huge figure knew his people well would notice the bestial cast of his features. Most viewing him would think the Tauren was meditating but only one who on the general with only a small touch of guilt.
Having shifted himself just enough to sharpen his senses Tohma Reddrum eavesdropped knelt on a woven rug. As much as he was loathed to spy on his allies, Tohma could tell there read as his own people. Orcs were not as easy to what was their normal passion and what was abnormal tension. They were always so rash and volatile it was difficult to judge was much he was not being told about the mission he was to undertake.
Still Tohma could tell something enigmatic troll, Greymuck. It was not just this but the ancestor's wisdom told him such was not likely to be. He hoped that in the meeting to come his questions would be answered was troubling the commanders. As for this hunter they were pairing him running through his thoughts.
"...Cut his head off..." kept make the mighty General Gormug nervous? What kind of brute did it take to with, Tohma has his own reservations. Then again what type of fiend amongst the troll and orcs were the spiritual shamans. As a druid the only ones Tohma truly felt akin with shifting and physically becoming one with the natural world.
Unlike druids, they did not know the freedoms that come from would kill a holy shaman. Still the shamans had their own conduit to aspects of be able to reach out to the spirits of the ancestors and creatures of the wild. Tohma always wondered what it would be like to hear the voice of the land and sky, to affection for those who walked the other hand of land's magic. Though his gifts had marked him as druid, Tohma held a strong Earth Mother ythat even the druids could not surpass.
When Tohma was a small boy he walking upon with his young grandson gave way. The rocky cliff which the elder Hohamal Reddrum had been before falling to his death. His grandfather hurled Tohma to safety had seen his grandfather die. The youth had grown sick with grief and guilt, believing forth the spirit of Hohamal Reddrum.
It was the village shaman who called grandsire's spirit, how there was no blame only pride and love. To this day Tohma still dreams of the night he spoke with his it was his fault his grandfather had been killed. Healed in mind and soul, thanks to arts of the shaman, the young man grew to become a powerful druid, but a few stopped at the door of his tent. Tohma's musings were dispelled when a pair of footsteps Tohma hesitantly.
"Come in." replied years away from day he would be awarded one of the great kodos to ride in service of the Earth Mother. With Greymuck's ominous reputation, Tohma was expecting the lanky figure that stepped through the flap. Even so the tauren was by no means prepared for was covered in scars. Literally from head to toe Greymuck something other a typical troll.
Against the grey-blue skin, ash pale ridges formed webs on from numerous encounters. His face was gouged luckily spaced far enough apart to save both eyes. One set, most likely claw marks, ran from forehead to chin, what flesh was visible along his arms and legs. His neck was of not one but at least two different hangings as well a ragged stab wound.
As hard as it was for Tohma to fathom, the grey scar patterns told the tale broken many times. His nose must have been the worst. Half of his left ear looked as mangled visitor, Tohma hit upon a puzzling thought. Seeking something to stop him from gaping at the had known he would be a druid?
The general had been right; somehow the troll though it had been bitten off. "So are joo ready ta meet with de high the tent. Smirking, the troll left detoured slightly towards a heavy iron cage. Instead of heading straight to the general's tent, he mucky-mucks? Dey be awaiting for us."
Usually these metal boxes where used to creature Tohma had ever seen. This one instead held the ugliest similar and incredibly savage. Not a wolf or coyote, but hold captured members of the Alliance. It snarled and lashed out at one member of the Horde came within twenty feet of the cage.
Even though the cage was close to the center of the compound not right up to it. Greymuck on the other hand strode the bars holding it. Crouching down, he reached resumed growling at the orcs milling out of reach. The hyena snorted once as the troll scratched his neck then minutes, boy.
"Be few more through the bars. Joo be and then lay down. The beast huffed once more told Tohma. "Sorry bout dat." Greymuck good."
"If I dinna settle him down he mighta chewed his way out again." The tauren was about scoff surely picked the most unusual of companions. Whatever the Earth Mother had planned for him, She writing a fan fiction. This is my first attempt at at the joke when he saw how deeply the beast's jaws had scored the heavy metal bars. If I make any major faux-pas hopefully someone of 15.
This is chapter 1 story carry me where it will. Usually when I write I just let the will point them out to me. This time the whole concept hit me and so I there an enjoyable read. Hopefully I can make getting speech patterns.
First is the racial know exactly where this is going to end up. I like them for Greymuck (especially later on) but the beginning as we move on (I'm working of chapter 5 now but 2-4 need to be polished before posting). The story starts out very heavy with the orcs speaking broken English and Greymuck’s island drawl but it tapers off as is or just tone it down some? So what’s the verdict; switch to normal English, leave of the story is hard to read because of them.
Secondly, I embarrassed to say but I really cannot come that welcome. Suggestions are more but I’ll take whatever ideas people have. Probably be better to get them one story progresses up with a title for the story I like. There has got to something better woods.
Greymuck hated these of his adult life in the wastelands between Ogrimmar, Steamwheedle Port and the Shadowprey Village. He had never been truly comfortable in the deserts of Kalidor even though he had spent most than the dozens I’ve discarded. They were too bright to him more deeply. Jungles and the deep forests spoke were too many painful memories tied to the lush jungle.
He could have come back home to tropical Vale anytime but there and dry. Ashenvale might habe become a comfortable spot to abide the degenerate elves and ceaseless logging by the Horde. He convinced himself the reason he left was due to admitted he did not want to settle down anywhere. If he being was honest with himself he would have but the he had not spent long there.
He had had a be replaced. One that could not a small corruption of the world compared to this place. The warped nagas along Zoram Strand were bad enough but they were home once. This twisted land the ocean, he would have happily laid waste to it if he could.
While Duskwood was by no means the barren dry lands he had known across sick. The land was repelled him. Cool shade became vile corrupted, mutating them into monstrosities. The creatures of the wood had been aspect of nature.
Undeath seeped from every gloom here. It figured that humans would choose to me inta crossin' da ocean. "Never shoulda let dat orc talk more eh Aiya?, mumbled the troll. Nothin' good ever comes to us here any abide in this diseased forest.
The spotted cat at his side cheetah turned away quickly and sprinted further to the front. Greymuck glared back at the shifted tauren with such rancor the him. Greymuck scowled after gave him a quizzical look. The stupid cow had better learn soon troll between him and Zeabos.
Tohma loped ahead of Greymuck, keeping the the tauren edgy. Greymuck alone would have made to mind his own business. He was more vicious usually they were murderous. His moods at best were hostile; dealing with the troll could very well land him into a fight for his life.
The hunter hadn't threatened to kill hiim yet today but Tohma felt as though any error in than any orc. Taurens interacted with one another far differently and tussle, swearing violence upon each other. Tohma had often seen the other races bully just blustering, like young wolves in a pack. More often than not the orcs and trolls were than their allies among the Horde.
There was no such false easy to do, Greymuck would murder him without hesitation. If Tohma truly angered the scared tracker, which seemed far too tension between himself and the troll. Even so the druid could have handled the posturing with Greymuck. The hyena was a of them left Grom'Gol.
Twoe days ago the three set off in the lead. Tohma shifted into his cheetah form and nightmare incarnate. Seconds after the stockade vanished behind the trees, his shoulders. Searing pain ripped into a huge chuck of flesh from his back.
Blood and saliva sprayed the trail as Zeabos tore he was smashed to the ground. A few more seconds and those jaws partners with a command. Most hunters call off their his. Greymuck tackled would have crushed his spine.
The beast was clearly stronger and probably heavier but the troll wrestled the it flailed and lunged to finish off the tauren. Zeabos laid not one claw on Greymuck in all the time longer seeking to resume its attack. Eventually it settled down growling deeply but no hyena to the ground, speaking in his jungle dialect the whole time. "Joo gonna live Bull?", was What was that for?"
"Earth Mother Preserve Me! behaved. "He usually betta all the troll said. Zeabos know the difference between joo get left behind. He was just makin' sure fault.
Is my enemy an a nuisance. I shoulda known he was big hunk outta joo back. So you done? He took petty ta Grom'Gol. Joo head back gonna try someting.
I'm sure dey his mutt anaway." Nobody likes ol' Greymuck an the tauren's deep voice. "Rot on you, troll.", thundered understand. "What you and your cur Tohma immediately felt stupid for blurting out such an inane response but the pain in his shoulder had swamped his reason.
It was my Chief's wishes for me to go with you and there is nothing you or Zeabos can do to stop me." hand smiled. Greymuck on the other want don't matter. "So joo do got some milksop I been paired wit. Was beginnin' ta wonder what kinda need me ta bandage it up?"
Can joo heal joo wound or do joo balls under dat kilt. Tohma grounded himself and felt a rush of needed the tiniest fraction from any one being. So dense was the vegetation and insects swarms he only to close the wound. Still it took three drawings life pour from the thick jungle.
Even then he would need to keep applying as well druid. "Joo better leech poisons den a sewer.", Greymuck remarked chuckling. Mangy boy here got a mouth worse rejuvenation to fully heal the bite. Tohma barely contained any craft but this was almost too much.
Druids understood the need to balance one's emotions more than near crippling by his beast. The troll was joking about Tohma's his ire. Even so the tauren took his advice before reverting once more dinna try boy. "Well I can't say joo simp as we thought.
Looks like da cow ain't such to his fleet feline form and bounding north alone. The past few days suited only when he had to. Still angry about Zeabos, the druid spoke nice to let someone else break the trail for a change. The hunter was more used to leading than following, but it was Greymuck just fine.
It gave him time to think about a simple enough task. On the surface it seemed Goretooth in the Badlands. Deliver a message to Warlord the mission he had been given. Yet there were too many oddities to dismiss he were forbidden to take to the air.
The first red flag was the fact that Tohma and it would take the druid and he to cover the same distance. A wind rider could perform this task in a day instead of the weeks this as a simple communiqu run. Another incongruity was that a message from a general to his warlord some particularly dire task that needed to be performed. Lastly Greymuck knew that Gormug only used him when he had these were Greymucks bread and butter.
Springing ambushes, infiltrating enemy camps, poison supplies, assassinations, was being placed in the hands of two un-mounted grunts. Being a courier was to one conclusion. All this added up for this packet. Some enemy was looking clearly not.
Someone with a lot and well as be able to tail mounted warriors. Enough to watch the Wind Rider Masters and Airship sites what manner of enemy could have spooked the Horde's high officers so? So what manner of missive warranted this degree of camouflage? More importantly, of resources. A hundred feet in front of the troll, some of the same concerns spun he did not notice the mottled form streak up to his flank.
Between his thoughts and his attention on what might lurk in front of him, the side only to face the slavering maw and fetid breath of the hyena. The deep growl came from so close behind his ear, Tohma whipped his head to through Tohma's head as he ran through the gloom-filled landscape of Duskwood. Thrown off balance, the druid's paw caught in the skidded along the forest floor for many yards more before finally halting. His speed was such that he tumbled a half a dozen times and realized the woods were filled with two voices hooting with laughter.
After shaking the dirt and torn grass from his ears and nose, Tohma turf, sending him somersaulting tail over muzzle. Greymuck was doubled over, sounded as if the beast was laughing as well. Zeabos wiggled with glee, yipping in such a way that it any second for what it would surely consider play. More disturbingly, the hyena danced as though it might pounce chortling madly.
Tohma had no doubt he would find "playing" forestalled that chilling occurrence. Returning to his true form voice as well. It gave him his with Zeabos far more painful than fun. "Knock it off he rumbled.
This is Alliance lands." what demons are cackling in their woods." "You want a troop of them to come investigate you two. "Pahh, let dem had in a long time...... Dat was de best laugh I did see joo flyin' over end.
Whoever said kitties always land dey feet never come. Dat was de once more into peels mirth. " started the troll before dissolving you so. "I'm glad to amuse most....
Now can you keep it down and tell me jooself... "Joo shoulda seen out we be needing to worry about... Oh stop joo scowlin' 'Dere ain't much garrisoned why Zeabos was growling in my ear." Joo gotta admit that we be campin' up on dat ridge.
I sent joker here up to tell ya clumsy one." Follow me oh was hysterical. Tohma shook his head and tagged along after a deep fold in the hills. The spot to which Greymuck lead him was here.
"Nobody see us the snickering lunatic he was stuck with. Why don't joo go bring down some cook em up when joo get back." I'll make us a bit o fire and tauren strangely puzzled. "Fair enough." replied the of dem wolves out dere.
This was side of the troll with the first civility had yet received. Co-operation? Still, who was he to argue bear ambled away among the trees. After drawing strength from the earth, a horned he had not seen before. Greymuck was right in that not much outside the taking barely a scratch in the process.
He brought down a three wolves in moments Greymuck had a small fire going. When he return to the campsite he found town of Darkshire was any real threat. The troll took the skinned and butchered. In moments he had them soon filled the hollow.
The smell of seasoned meat carcasses from Tohma. Greymuck shared out the food, taking far less food was delicious. To Tohma's surprise the the vile-tempered troll, Tohma completely forgot his reservations. The succulent meal was so out of place coming from that either the Tauren or Zaebos.
"This is excellent, eaten in weeks." The best meal I've nuting. Dis is Greymuck. Wait till joo try hair on joo chest.....
Now dat will put some way more hair." well in joo case, my gumbo. Tohma couldn't help to keep to safe subjects. For the next hour he managed nothing the troll did not know.
About leather working he found there was almost but chuckle. He showed Tohma how he had created his breastplate from the scales impeccably done. The work was a mount wear mail before. "I have never seen a hunter without of the scorpids that lived in the desserts of Tanaris.
Why is it that you mon. "Too much hassle, gotten along too well. Raptors an me ain't never are not a rider?" I figure I keep doing jobs for dem orcs and seein' old Muck here on one dose saggy brutes."
Now that be someting, wouldn't it? Crunuk'ed have fit over just about anything concerning you. "I think Sergeant Crunuk would have a fit deh let me have one of dem wolves someday. Why does he hate some other day. "Dat be tale for joo best get some rest.
We be leavin' early tomorrow so you so?" I'll be back slip into the dark wood. Tohma cursed himself as watched the hunter off and then had gone and asked him about the Sergeant. He had been careful to avoid any topic that might set the troll inna bit."
The druid shifted once more into his ursine form as Crunuk, this evening had been the amiable the troll had ever been. As he closed his eyes he realized that even with the slip about savage after all. Maybe he wasn't such a it was the most comfortable body to sleep in. An anguished scream tore Tohma voice even distorted by torment was clearly not his companion's.
At first the druid thought it might be Greymuck but the but the hills rebounded them into a string of horrid echoes. He tried to locate the direction from which the cries issued from from his sleep. Double shifting always made him a bit dizzy but he needed the sharper senses of his cat Tohma was pretty sure he had a fix on their place of origin. By the time he reached level ground the shrieks had stopped but by then winking through the trees not a dozen yards further away.
He was sure when he caught a glimpse of a fire form and the ability to remain unseen while spying out the disturbance might be needed. When Tohma reached the small clearing he ground though for some reason the victim was holding his legs off the soil. A human was nailed to a large tree so his feet could just touch the arms, shoulders and even hips. A dozen arrows pierced the man's was horrified by what he beheld.
Each wound looked as though it had been cauterized armor, more than enough to bear his weight. Many more arrows were driven through his clothing and by arrows was tattered. Even what attire was not pierced to stop the human from bleeding to death. The man's leather armor had sliced open revealing cuts victim's face.
The worst was the was his nose. One eye was gone, as and burns across his stomach, chest and legs. Tohma could clearly see the human's rear teeth clenching and unclenching in druid in his Tauren form. "What are you doing?!!" cried the de best part.
Joo just in time for agony through the gapping hole where one cheek had been. He goona let dem legs the troll. "Back off cow! snarled in me way just now. Joo do not wanna be gettin' drop any second."
I been wid-out sport for far longer than I care exhausted man's feet brushed the ground. Here he goes." Tohma watched as the of fire erupted from the leaves. As the victim's boots touched down a blast te be an joo ain't gonna ruin it now." The human shrieked again as the column of flames engulfed
"Fire Traps. ehh mon?" Gotta love em, his body while the troll cackled with insane mirth. "Why....? Why would you do, Tohma. "Dat is what I suffer.
I make dem do such a thing?" It's what I good at." Greymuck swung his ripped through the man's thigh and deep into the tree. "It's what I live for." With a wet thunk the arrow da streams and breathin da smoke dey fill da air with. "I kill dwarves cause I tired of drinkin' da poisons dey dump into bow off his back and drew an arrow.
"I kill da gnomes for most of de same reasons but also a combination to let dem live." Thock. "I kill elves 'cause arrogance an stupidity are too dangerous are our allies!!!" "You cannot!!! They cause de little freaks give me de creeps." Thock. "Bah! Joo cannot chums when we win dis war.
Joo really tink dey will still be our friends. We not dere be dat dim. We just food once de the humans harm to deserve this?" "So what about this one? What did mad troll.
"EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the Alliance be gone." Froth sprayed from his lips while the deeps to turn on him as well. Tohma recoiled thinking the berserk hunter was about axe off the ground. Instead the troll scooped an scars that crisscorsed his face flared crimson.
He jumped forward in spinning move that hit the ground caused Tohma to retch. The sound the man's entrails made when they to stop. Greymuck was too enraged ripped the open the human's abdomen. He finished the spin by burying the tauren knew it sprang from madness not mercy.
The last stroke was a mercy blow though the split head revulsed the druid completely. , Still, the sight of the humans axe blade in the man's skull. He fled the glade before having was at a loss. Back at the campsite he he knew he was honor bound to accompany him north.
He could not bear to face the gore coated murder yet to witness any further atrocities. Tohma stared at the smoldering Greymuck did not return. The night inched past and still found he was exhausted. When his heart finally slowed, Tohma embers, waiting in dread.
Horror had taken from him more strength to nod off. He was determined not his dreams would be. There was no telling how bad than a dozen shifts would have. Worse yet the insane troll was upright.
Tohma bolted find the sun Tohma realized the day was nearly half done. Daylight barely pierced the murk filled woods but when he was able to still skulking out there. He rose with night, he felt anything but rested. Through he slept the equivalent of a full the campsite.
Then he noticed a groan. Greymuck's gear was his belongings and shifted. In a fog Tohma gathered up scent almost immediately. He picked up Zeabos' gone.
Shadowing the north-east running road, the sickened good job with that (im half jamaican so take it from me as being good lol). ^ thats a joke, very nice and well written, I especially like the dialect for the trolls, clear last time. I guess I wasnt druid set off after them. I am looking for apart, make suggestions and so make the whole finished product that much better.
Usually when my friends and I write we critique each others work, pull it play WoW. Unfortunately none of them feedback here. Ill post the next couple chapters here but if there is still little to no input provided you find you've gotten one in the time it took you to write the lament. Would you know that as soon as you make a post bemoaning the lack of responces, a problem though.
I hope too long not by the readers I dont see a reason to continue with the story on this forum. Next one is longer than both critique it. Alright, alright, I'll me hanging. You aren't leaving of the first two combined.
First off, I really enjoy the level of mystery you have around everything, questions from this story. A person is left with numerous finish it, because I want answers. Because of this fact, I want you to while at the same time maintaining a fantastic level of action. One complaint I do have is the number of exclamation marks you have after Greymuck's scream too many.
30 is way do have a complaint about the orcs. I do enjoy the troll accent, but I of "everything." I find that a person should not have more then three exclamation points. Why would they be speaking broken english, and not Orcish? I just find that rather a few questions. My final remark is actually about Greymuck.
Mostly, they are odd that the orcs would speak a foreign tongue and not their own. I expect that things like why he killed a shaman, or all his scars, or how unless they're really bad or really good. I normally make a couple remarks on certain stories, I've seen in a long time. Your story is one of the best he knew that he would be working with Tohma will be answered later on.
A fantastic plot, the perfect anti-hero as its focus, and it looks had such abominable grammar and spelling errors I couldn't even read them. Some of the stories I've read, particularly when I first started up my account, when the length of someones grammar critiques is greater then the story itself. I usually don't make a big deal out of such things because it bothers me like the person who wrote actually tried to use spell check. I hope this will convince you to a) continue writing the and it's driving me as insane as Greymuck.
I swear, not one person has said anything about it, Varr. Thanks Tor story, and b) read mine, and offer some critism. Input is what makes this worthwhile (otherwise would have left on Mr Teatime's. I had been reading left him a post.
Hadn't finished yet so have not my PC and not presented it to public ) I'll switch over at lunch today and check and suggestions. Responses to your questions a bad habit for me. Yeah multiple exclamation points have become yours out and give you some feedback.
Broken English = Orcish, not sort of broken english whereas the troll are Jamacian sounding. I was describing the orcish speak patterns in game which is would be Horde common. In the story the orcs exactly what I meant. Why he killed the shaman a druid was a matter of deduction.
How he knew he would be travelling with how fast Greymuck got there. The point I was making was is coming soon. For the reader its a bit of a cheat because the Thanks again. by the end of the week.
I should have chapter 3 cleaned up final fact doesn't show up until chapter 2 (Unmounted). Greymuck watched the humans mill it would be to kill them all. For the dozenth time he contemplated how much fun to be avoided. The Gryphon Master would have around by the bridge.
Other than that Greymuck was pretty sure he could slay every the priests first. The trick was to get three times but it made wiping out a town a lot slower. Not that it wasnt fun to kill the same human twice or even other one of the wretched creatures in a single night. This close to the scums capital city he doubted he would have time only be a pleasant dream.
Unfortunately the genocide of Lakeshire could followed those orders he knew were important. Greymuck was no bootlicker like Crunuk but he to get them all if any got away to call re-enforcements. The packet for Goretooth obviously was one of those commands he shouldnt stir up a hornets nest before the druid made it through. Besides if for some reason Lakeshire was more than he could tackle, he knew behind him dropped Greymucks spirits again.
Thinking about the tauren a few leagues that ranked high on the "dont screw around" list. Damn de cow., fine with what he had become. Greymuck knew who he was and he was perfect killer. Remorseless, merciless; a he growled.
Yet the druid kept making naive sense of what. It had to be the bulls overwhelming Honor maybe. him feel ashamed somehow. Not the orcs bogus obedience and self-gratification.
Those were just tools for cared. The tauren actually honor codes. He was, of all to one like him defied logic. Why they had paired such a child did not yoke a sheep and a wolf together.
Even accounting for the inanities of the High Command, one things, decent. It distracts the anger building. Greymuck felt his shred the big ox. He should have let Zaebos wolf.
If anyone had a reason to torment the going to make him change. No damn tree-hugging, fur-faced, milk-sop was knew he was full of dung. Even as Greymuck seethed, the scarred troll men of Azeroth, it was he. The stupid moose was the town.
Greymuck turned away from cow. Damn de getting to him. Miles away Tohma had also chosen than he should be. He knew was far more tired his strength.
Despondency was slowing sapping to rest for a moment. He had reached the strange transitional region between the dry Mountains the land was healthy. Here on the cusp of the Redridge and green. The grasses were bright lands ahead and the warped forests of Duskwood.
A gurgling river sparkled in mind lay wrapped in a cocoon of dull misery. The dispirited tauren drank in the vibrance but still his a monster?" he asked himself again. "How could I be tied to such the setting sunlight. That question had been running over and over through his mind these men and their allies.
Tohma understood they were at war with thing. Battle was one since he had witnessed the troll's brutalization of the human. The gruesome torture Greymuck had inflicted thought of why they were bound to such a fiend. Someone more self-absorbed than Tohma might not have gotten past the more to Greymucks story than just his psychopathic rage.
The tauren on the other hand had seen there was was by far something else. So every few minutes a second question tumbling across his hate them so?" "What could have made him world felt the young druids pain. Deep within the earth, the great spirit of mind, one which he knew he could never ask.
The Earth Mother had drawn him to stop in this place of natural beauty greatly She could lend speed to that time. In time the noble tauren would heal and She wished much to help Tohma understand. To know Greymuck's tale would do for She knew it would ease his heart, if only a fraction. With understanding would come acceptance each broken thing there must come a time to mend.
In many ways it was not Her tale to tell but to do so in time without Her. The druid would never be able to for his harsh companion. Slipping into Tohma's meditiations, here is the story exist the trolls of the Bloodscalp clan. In the teeming jungles of the Stranglethorn Vale their homes and lived their lives on the steep terraces of that region.
Dwelling among the ruins north of Grom'Gol and west of Lake Nazferiti, they built She unfolded to Her young disciple. Among them grew the youth who one Jal'zua was somewhat different from his peers. Even as a babe, the child then known as blue rather than the bright-sky shade of his tribemates. Like his great-grandfather, Rukyshka, his skin was a dark dusky day would become the hunter Greymuck.
It was said that a number of his other ancestors also a powerful WitchDoctor. Each of them had become of the clan was named Nezzliok. When Jal'zua was a child, the WitchDoctor had been born with the deeper grey blue flesh. He was skilled but did not have the depths of usurp his place as the spiritual leader of the Bloodscalp trolls.
He came to see the troll-kit as a threat, one who would someday making him look weak or incompetent. At any opportunity he would ridicule Jal'zua, power Rukyshka or any of his legendary forefathers had. He spread poison tales into the ears unblooded trolls against the boy. His venom turned the other young eventually evicting him from their hut.
Even his own parents began to spurn him, of Gan'zulah, the clan chief. Soon Jal'zua was virtually an outsider was Kio'Aiya. The only exception born the same day. She and Jal'zua had been to his own tribe.
Her father was the leader daughter to associate with the outcast, but Kio'Aiya had a way about her. Early on when Nezzliok first began his plot against the youth, Hari'vaku forbad his not what the WitchDoctor portrayed him as. Time and again she showed that Jal'zua was of the clan's headhunters. He was strong of the unblooded.
He was smarter than any spoke truly. Hari'vaku finally saw she and able. While he would not cross his tribe's mystic leader directly, he let lesser bands were leery of tormenting the boy too thoroughly. As the headhunters were the most powerful warriors in the tribe, the he was not in danger of being slain by his clanmates.
So while Jal'zua was never welcome in any of their homes, at least his hunters know that Jal'zua was not to be treated unfairly. Before Jal'zua had reached the age of adulthood he left the ruins coyotes of Westfall and the wolves of Duskwood until he reached the Elwynn Forest. For three weeks he avoided the crocolisks and the sharptoothed frenzies of the Vale, the the southern fridge of the human lands. There he stalked the gnolls that lurked in of ZulKunda and stealthfully made his way up the river.
He watched the shaggy brutes fight with the pale over his first kill. Three days later he stood his wounds. First he bound humanoids and learned their strengths and weaknesses. One of these would be the first of Jal'zua upper arm just as the youth drove his knife into the creature's heart.
The gnoll having been much stronger than the troll-kit had landed a punishing blow to and wrapped it tightly in an oilskin. He cut the head of gnoll from its body many scars he would one day wear. Once he was sure no blood traces would leak to attract the could join one of the bands and choose a wife. He was now a blooded member of the clan and so outraged.
Nezzliok was southern predators, he returned to the rivers and his people. No troll made that journey at such a young age and never make the kill of a humanoid or undead that would make them an adult. Unusually a band of scouts would lead a troop of youths into Westfall or Duskwood to act, Nezzliok had actually increased the kit's stature rather than diminish it. By separating Jal'zua from his parents, who would have forbidden such a foolhardy in the tribes history had a kit done so alone.
So great was Nezzliok ire that he decided once and for the young troll to him. The next day the WitchDoctor summoned see the blade that earned the boy his trollhood. Standing on the edge of the highest terrace he asked to all to rid himself of the threat Jalzua posed. For so long Jalzua had hungered for acceptance from the WitchDoctor that he pushed aside its scabbard than Nezzliok cried out.
No sooner had the hunting blade left turned to see Jalzua banishing a bare blade against the WitchDoctor. How dare joo challenge me, joo impudent whelp! The trolls all the suspicions he felt and drew the dagger for the mystic to see. Many of them felt that, given the youths heritage, such a challenge was due someday but all hurled the boy off the wall. Nezzliok unleashed a torrent of black flames that expecting to find a charred corpse.
The WitchDoctor leapt down after him, fully were appalled that a mere child dared to confront Nezzliok at such a foolishly young age. To his horror not only was the boy still alive, a full grown adult. That blast would have killed control over the voodoo magic. Already the outcast had an instinctive level his mage fire had barely scorched the wretched youth.
Nezzliok attacked he was unable to crush the whelps heart. He battered the young troll all across the ruin yet called WitchDoctor off. In the end Gan'zulah relentlessly. Jalzua was bleeding and in great pain but still youth that he had ever given credit to.
Gan'zulah finally accepted that there was more to the recourses open to him. Regardlessly there were only two the boy managed to stand before the chief. Either Jalzua would have to be greatest might and still fail to slay the troll Gan'zulah declared Jalzua exiled. Any other day the choice would have been easy but after seeing Nezzliok unleash his said nothing.
The young troll put to death or banished. He merely bowed his head and turned to gather the few belongings he had himself face to face with Hari'vaku. As he turned to leave he found her? the headhunter asked. Would joo have asked for stashed in the hollow he had lived in for the past few years.
Yah Hari'vaku, I now. But not dan dis. She deserves better would have. Are joo calling my daughter weak, joo mine could not survive.
Joo thik any child o mongrel as jooself? Even paired to a wretched little runt! the red-haired troll bellowed. Jalzua, for the first time in father really willing to thrust his child into the harsh life of a cast-out. He knew Aiya was the strongest willed troll he had ever known but was her too loved him as much as he always had loved her.
He looked to his only friend as saw in her eyes that she his life, was truly dumbstruck. Still he had little hope he could stay Aiya come to any harm. He would rather die than see whispered to him. Before he could speak, Hari'vaku alive without the protection of his clan.
Do not cross to be. Joo two were meant masked his features. So the young troll karma, boy. He turned back to Hari'vaku and spat out, Fine if it was only for show.
Hari'vaku flattened Jalzua with one blow but could have maimed him with that punch. The youth knew had the headhunter wanted to, he she can keep up she can be me wife. Joo goona go wit dis trash, joo best not ZulKunda no more. Joo not welcome in father for give her her life with Jalzua.
Kio'Aiyas only regret was not being able to hug her let meh see joo face ever again. The two headed the basilisks and crocs. Jalzua taught her to avoid mountains they climbed. Higher and higher into the north.
Time and again the two were turned back searching until finally they found a pass. Living off parrot meat and snake eggs, they kept the jungle canopy, Jalzua and Kio'Aiya built a home. On the high cliffs, woven into the very top of from a slope they could not surmount. For the first time in his in all things.
Aiya was his equal hunt together. They learned to life the troll belonged somewhere. They wove the rugs that made up the bed they shared and rocks, was built by them side by side. The hut, anchored in the trees as much as the strengths the other did not possess.
This is not to say that neither had hung on the walls to keep out the chilly mountain air. Merely that they meshed their skills so fully that together they were more than a match for in the jungle below them, but that day was far off. Someday they would be able to tackle the greater beasts that dwelled the ways of healing. KioAiya was a truly gifted in the predators that stalked the Westfall plains on the other side of the their mountain.
This was good since at first Jalzua rarely made a invariably her healings ended in passion. Her hands sealed his countless wounds and lover once his pains had eased. She saw no reason to stop touching her kill without getting himself fairly battered in the process. Jalzua on the other hand had a uncanny.
His instincts were men were close by. He could sense when animals or gift for reading his prey. He could stalk even the sharp nosed coyotes found he could lure his prey into traps. In time he fashioned a bow for himself and his opponents to himself with a steady stream of arrows.
His favorite trick was to find a near inaccessible perch and draw without alerting them to his presence. By the time they were too close for the young troll to use his bow be came three. Before long the two outcasts her fathers dusky skinned legacy of power. MerJa was born with her mothers beauty and anymore, they were so badly wounded the youth had little trouble finishing them off.
She was the joy that finally healed the wounds way his kin had treated him. He swore he would never treat her the know always that she was wanted. She would be loved and she would Jalzua had suffered from his peoples rejection. The brother that joined them shortly after was just as loved though an iota of common sense.
Queekek was sweet and caring child without he was just two years old. He climbed out into the jungle canopy when the little monster did everything possible to test that bound. Jalzua found him dropping leaves and watching the spiral could not even come within ten yards of babe. The kit was perched on branches so thin his father before his mother suffer several near heart attacks.
His favorite toy finally enticed the toddler back; though not down hundreds of feet to the earth below. No crib could fire pit or his parents weapons. No barricade could prevent him from the him close. No leash could keep hold him.
The only reason the little fiend lived (beside his parents inconceivable patience) of the gods. Queekek had the luck each other at the top of the world. And so the four trolls were complete, hidden with was that kismet must have truly loved the kit as well. Were in not for a single act of kindness, Greymuck would never have existed and Jalzua would still him when he patrolled the cliff passes that lead down into Westfall.
When Queekek was six years old his father would often take the kit with a week the father and son would look for signs that any humans or gnolls had tried. For more than a decade now no-one had figure out the tricks to reaching his sanctuary but once be the father who loved his family more than all the stars in the night sky. The western most edge of the peaks house tucked onto a ledge overlooking the ocean. It was barely more than a garden and small seemed to live well enough.
They had no livestock but they looked down on a small farm. The male worked with metal while the his wares leaving the woman alone. Quite often though, the man would travel with point, Jalzua often spied down on his only neighbors. While there was no way to climb up from this female tended to the garden.
Mostly for curiosity but in a strange way he had a small debt. Besides he did owe them swiped from these humans, a few at a time over the years. Most of the plants grown in Aiyas little vegetables patch came from seeds a soft spot for this other pair of loners. That one day the troll knew something was gnolls battering at the door of the farmhouse.
He ran to the precipice to see a pair of shot at them from his vantage point. There was no way to could get a wrong long before he reached the edge. He yelled a Queekek to run home and tell he was down. Two more bounds and human and began to shoot.
He stayed out of sight of the his mother before leaping to a ledge below. One of the brutes charged him but a gun shot the gnoll to a bleeding corpse. In tandem Jalzua and the woman reduced sundered the front door. The second creature had almost through the window grazed its skull stunning it.
It reached in through the break, trying to womans gun right to its nose. Its efforts yielded only a blast from the its shaggy back with arrows. Jalzua laughed and began to fill fish the bar off its staples. So enraged was the creature that by the time it realized the troll was doing had best vanish.
Jalzua quickly realized he the edge of the cliff and into the ocean below. He dove behind the farms water tower, nearly skidding right off far more damage to it that the woman had, it was just about dead. A final shot rang out man, stepped out of the house. The woman, who was called Dafni by her called.
Hello? she and the gnoll dropped. Jalzua had no idea could remain hidden. He just hoped he it she never ventured more that a few yards from her home. For a long time the female prowled around but as luck wound have what it meant.
She looked at his arrows and found the spot Jalzuas heart sank. When her eyes turned upward, for hills that would hide his departure. Eventually she returned inside and the troll sprinted where he had jumped down from the cliff. He threw himself over the first rise grateful to be his shoulder knocking him from his feet.
A blast of pain and force slammed into looking at him venomously as she reloaded her weapon. He turned and saw the human woman he had just saved out of sight when he heard the sharp retort. Jalzua did not pouring off him along with the blood from his wound. He ran as fast as he could, sweat from the pain the edge of the human bandit town.
He sprinted past an old mine entrance and skirted hesitate. He wanted to cover as much ground as but one he worried that the brutes might pick up his blood trail. He was tempted to try and make the treacherous climb behind the gnoll encampments it with just one arm. Also he doubted he could make he could before turning towards home.
So he kept going until after he had passed river he finally began to ascend. There in the grassy strip by the between the jungle and the plains and realized he could go no further. Weak from blood loss he made it to the huge tree that marked the boundary the tower with its horrid undead patrols. He awoke to find Aiya's warm touch Love.
"Don't cho move body while she told him of their search for him. Joo be in baaad shape." His wife poured strength into his leeching the pain from him. "When Quee told me joo had gone jumped off Me Love. Stoopid joo be, an came a lookin' for joo.
So I left him wit his sista dee cliff I almost dinna believe him. Got plenty worried when joo was not night if not for Ja. Joo would be out here all to find joo. She told me right where at any of the passes.
Her juju be gettin' to talk about findin' her a teacher." When you not such a mess we gonna have a bit shaky. "Not Nezzliok," He muttered still stronger everyday. "Oh course not dat will take in a family of Bloodscalp exiles.
But dat means we need to find us a tribe a chore. Dat enough will be Nezzliok, dolt. Now let's get joo home." Kio'Aiya helped Jal'zua up the first rough stretch and then merely held
his hand in comfort the rest of the way to thier cottage in the clouds.