Tubruk
10-17-2006, 01:12 AM
The creature felt a hot sensation, followed by a long rush of wind. There was a strange feeling in its stomach, and it began to get a sense of elation followed by….
Pain. His whole body ached as the wind went away with a dull thump. Struggling for consciousness, its red eyes opened a crack to find it was laying on grass near a small body of water. Slowly it crawled towards it and peered into its blue depths. A face with red eyes large tusks and a straight pointed nose stared back at him. His skin was a strange green-blue mix with aqua colored hair.
Who am I?
It pondered this for a long while before the answer came to him.
Tubruk, a Troll.
Tubruk looked down at his body to find he was completely nude. He frowned.
Where did I come from?
His thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched noise behind him. Tubruk jumped to his feet. The noise was repeated, right being him. He turned around to find two peculiar creatures. They were short, by his standards, with five fingered hands. One had long hair and breasts that Tubruk reasoned made it female. The other had facial hair and a much stockier build. After a moment, he decided that they looked nice.
“Hey dere,” Tubruk greeted and waving his hand.
The male muttered something to the female and drew some strange object. It looked like a short shiny bar, but one end filed down to a point while the other was attached to a handle. He could not put his finger on it, but something about it made him nervous.
Before he could ask what the strange thing was, the male ran at him yelling a the top of his lungs. Tubruk cocked his head quizzically the strange behavior. He was about to ask what it was doing when it was doing when it jammed the object into his lower belly, sending burning pain through him. Tubruk cried out in pain and fell over backwards, wholly unprepared for the force of the blow.
White hot anger surged through him now, and an instinct clicked into place. As the Human stepped over him to retrieve his blade, Tubruk kicked up into the man’s groin with all his might. The man gasped in pain and doubled over. Tubruk’s long arm reach out and grabbed a rock twice the size of his fist and swung it into the side of the mans head. The man fell to his back, momentarily dazed. Tubruk quickle rose and leapt atop the man, pinning him with his weight. The man spat in his face, and Tubruk responded by tearing into the man’s throat with his pointed teeth. It tried to scream, but came out as a sickening gurgle. Tubruk tasted the mans blood, and something just felt so right about it.
Once again the high pitched sound, a scream Tubruk noted, rang out. He looked up to see the female, no longer frozen in shock begin to turn and flee. Hastily he grabbed the rock he had used to hit the man and let fly at the female, striking her in the back of the head. She fell over, but appeared only to be stunned. Tubruk slowly walked over to it and gently picked it up with one wiry arm, bringing its face inches within his own. He shook the unconscious form for a few seconds until its eyes slowly opened. Those eyes took in Tubruk naked body and widened in fear. Turbuk briefly wondered why it feared him.
It was dey dat attacked me, I should be da one afraid!
At this point as, he examined the female’s body, another, more primal instinct kicked in. He felt desire burn in his lower belly. Now understanding the females fear, Turbuk grinned wickedly, his mouth and lower jaw still stained red with the males blood. The female started to scream again but Tubruk covered her mouth and took her deeper into the jungle…
* * *
The next day Tubruk came across civilization. Clad in the mans barely fitting and ripped clothing , he made for a comical sight to the short green creatures patrolling the docks.
“Broozers” Tubruk said quietly, wondering why they chose such silly names. He found life hard in the port city, having to stay in the shadows and always stay ready to open somebody’s throat with his knife. He didn’t understand many of the non-troll words being thrown out at him, which led many to believe he was mentally disabled. He could tell that much by the way some of them treated him.
One day, he managed to steal a big wooden container. He knew the liquid inside was treasured by many of the people. He had seen them kill over it more than once. So Tubruk brought this thing called a ‘keg’ to his burrow on the upper levels of the city. It was little more than a room dug into the side of the cliff, but at least it had a series of planks at the entrance to shelter him from prying eyes. As he began to open it, however, somebody swept the planks aside. Tubruk spun to find the barkeeper and several ‘broozers’.
“Uh oh…” Tubruk was all Tubruk could say for himself.
One of them reached for a net-gun. Tubruk has seen that they did to people captured, and rather than go through that unpleasant expeiance he threw the keg at them. The force broke it open and all of the diminutive green creatures were covered in the liquid inside, providing enough cover for Tubruk to run for his life.
Behind, he heard the goblins yell in anger and Tubruk risked a look behind him to see how much time he had bought. He faced forward to see that he had nearly run to the end of the pier. With no time to stop, Tubruk simply leapt so that he would clear the boardwalk below and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact of the warm waters below.
He was shocked as his upper body impacted with wood. Reflexively he grabbed onto what he discovered to be part of a ships mast. To make matters better, the ship began setting sail. Still hardly believing his luck, he crawled across the beam and down to the deck. Still, he knew the goblins on the ship would not be happy to see him and so snuck his way down to the cargo hold. There was only one crate large enough to fit him, and he quickly pulled out its contents and threw them out the porthole. Before climbing in he read the label, which was written in Troll, as well as Orcish.
VALLEY OF TRIALS, DUROTAR
Pain. His whole body ached as the wind went away with a dull thump. Struggling for consciousness, its red eyes opened a crack to find it was laying on grass near a small body of water. Slowly it crawled towards it and peered into its blue depths. A face with red eyes large tusks and a straight pointed nose stared back at him. His skin was a strange green-blue mix with aqua colored hair.
Who am I?
It pondered this for a long while before the answer came to him.
Tubruk, a Troll.
Tubruk looked down at his body to find he was completely nude. He frowned.
Where did I come from?
His thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched noise behind him. Tubruk jumped to his feet. The noise was repeated, right being him. He turned around to find two peculiar creatures. They were short, by his standards, with five fingered hands. One had long hair and breasts that Tubruk reasoned made it female. The other had facial hair and a much stockier build. After a moment, he decided that they looked nice.
“Hey dere,” Tubruk greeted and waving his hand.
The male muttered something to the female and drew some strange object. It looked like a short shiny bar, but one end filed down to a point while the other was attached to a handle. He could not put his finger on it, but something about it made him nervous.
Before he could ask what the strange thing was, the male ran at him yelling a the top of his lungs. Tubruk cocked his head quizzically the strange behavior. He was about to ask what it was doing when it was doing when it jammed the object into his lower belly, sending burning pain through him. Tubruk cried out in pain and fell over backwards, wholly unprepared for the force of the blow.
White hot anger surged through him now, and an instinct clicked into place. As the Human stepped over him to retrieve his blade, Tubruk kicked up into the man’s groin with all his might. The man gasped in pain and doubled over. Tubruk’s long arm reach out and grabbed a rock twice the size of his fist and swung it into the side of the mans head. The man fell to his back, momentarily dazed. Tubruk quickle rose and leapt atop the man, pinning him with his weight. The man spat in his face, and Tubruk responded by tearing into the man’s throat with his pointed teeth. It tried to scream, but came out as a sickening gurgle. Tubruk tasted the mans blood, and something just felt so right about it.
Once again the high pitched sound, a scream Tubruk noted, rang out. He looked up to see the female, no longer frozen in shock begin to turn and flee. Hastily he grabbed the rock he had used to hit the man and let fly at the female, striking her in the back of the head. She fell over, but appeared only to be stunned. Tubruk slowly walked over to it and gently picked it up with one wiry arm, bringing its face inches within his own. He shook the unconscious form for a few seconds until its eyes slowly opened. Those eyes took in Tubruk naked body and widened in fear. Turbuk briefly wondered why it feared him.
It was dey dat attacked me, I should be da one afraid!
At this point as, he examined the female’s body, another, more primal instinct kicked in. He felt desire burn in his lower belly. Now understanding the females fear, Turbuk grinned wickedly, his mouth and lower jaw still stained red with the males blood. The female started to scream again but Tubruk covered her mouth and took her deeper into the jungle…
* * *
The next day Tubruk came across civilization. Clad in the mans barely fitting and ripped clothing , he made for a comical sight to the short green creatures patrolling the docks.
“Broozers” Tubruk said quietly, wondering why they chose such silly names. He found life hard in the port city, having to stay in the shadows and always stay ready to open somebody’s throat with his knife. He didn’t understand many of the non-troll words being thrown out at him, which led many to believe he was mentally disabled. He could tell that much by the way some of them treated him.
One day, he managed to steal a big wooden container. He knew the liquid inside was treasured by many of the people. He had seen them kill over it more than once. So Tubruk brought this thing called a ‘keg’ to his burrow on the upper levels of the city. It was little more than a room dug into the side of the cliff, but at least it had a series of planks at the entrance to shelter him from prying eyes. As he began to open it, however, somebody swept the planks aside. Tubruk spun to find the barkeeper and several ‘broozers’.
“Uh oh…” Tubruk was all Tubruk could say for himself.
One of them reached for a net-gun. Tubruk has seen that they did to people captured, and rather than go through that unpleasant expeiance he threw the keg at them. The force broke it open and all of the diminutive green creatures were covered in the liquid inside, providing enough cover for Tubruk to run for his life.
Behind, he heard the goblins yell in anger and Tubruk risked a look behind him to see how much time he had bought. He faced forward to see that he had nearly run to the end of the pier. With no time to stop, Tubruk simply leapt so that he would clear the boardwalk below and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact of the warm waters below.
He was shocked as his upper body impacted with wood. Reflexively he grabbed onto what he discovered to be part of a ships mast. To make matters better, the ship began setting sail. Still hardly believing his luck, he crawled across the beam and down to the deck. Still, he knew the goblins on the ship would not be happy to see him and so snuck his way down to the cargo hold. There was only one crate large enough to fit him, and he quickly pulled out its contents and threw them out the porthole. Before climbing in he read the label, which was written in Troll, as well as Orcish.
VALLEY OF TRIALS, DUROTAR