Terich
10-19-2006, 10:40 PM
Terich was pacing across the room of one of the small huts outside of Orgrimmar. He was obviously nervous about something. Togron and Krolg, his orc companions, were not currently in the room with him. Though one of them, Togron, was nearby. Just outside the small house, in the pig pen. This, of course, was not exactly what he was nervous about, but with Togron around, well...that usually increased his agitation, if nothing else.
Terich began muttering to himself as he walked back and forth across the little room. "They should be here by now..." he said to himself. "Perhaps something went wrong...yes, perhaps they are tied up somewhere else." Terich wrung his hands together, growing more and more irritated by the second. "Or perhaps they turned me down...perhaps they decided at the last possible moment not to come. Or maybe they had an accident on the zeppelin! I knew it! Those blasted goblins. They probably got them all killed..." He continued to talk quietly to himself, when he stopped suddenly and began to listen to the sounds coming from outside. Or, to be specific, the sounds coming from Togron.
"Come here, piggie piggie! Me not wants hurts you! Me wants...uh...shows you something," Terich could hear Togron saying, apparently, to the pigs, believing they might be coaxed over by his words. Terich dropped his face into his palm after he heard the loud *WHAM* and the house shook slightly, followed by "Darn! Me missed!" Terich sighed and walked towards the door, rubbing his forhead all the while. He leaned out to see what the Orc was doing.
The first thing he noticed was Togron, of course, holding that pig-shaped hammer behind his back. The second thing was that the pigs were all going crazy, squealing and trying to escape the pen. Fortunately, Togron had been smart enough to take a precaution in case such a thing should happen. He'd made sure that the pigs couldn't escape. The only possible way out was where Togron was standing, with a big triumphant smirk on his face, basking in what he thought was victory against the pigs. Terich decided that he might as well try to get Togron to act useful, for once.
"Togron!" He shouted at the orc. "I have some...special friends coming over today." He gestured towards the city of Orgrimmar, it's walls just behind the house. "They'll be coming from the direction of the zeppelin tower. I want some dinner to be prepared for them. And be quiet while your doing it. I don't want any disruptions."
Togron grinned from ear to ear as he looked at Terich. "Okay Terich pal! Me does that! But what you want me make?"
Terich thought about it for a moment and then asked "Well, what are the choices?" Is there much variety?"
Togron noddes his head excitedly. "YEs yes! There be much food! We can have all kinds of big goodie goodie meals! We have pork ham, pork-chops, pork salad, pork roast, pork raw, pork...."
"I get the idea, Togron."
Togron looked at Terich for a moment, nodded, and then continued, oblivious to Terich's annoyance. "Pork goodies, pork stew, pork-pork, and....
"I SAID I GET THE IDEA, TOGRON! SHUT UP!" Terich shouted at him.
"Uh....and Pork pie!" After completing the list of available foods, Togron looked very thoughtful for a moment. "Yep. That be it. That be large variety of foods! You eats good tonight, Terich pal! And the special guests too! Me makes plenty food for guests! How much and what types do you thinks me should makes for them, Terich pal?"
Terich clenched his fist and took a few deep breaths before responding. "I...don't...care. Just fix anything." Terich spoke to Togron very slowly with a look of sheer venom on his face. "Just don't disturb me...." Terich leaned close and lowered his voice. "....under any circumstances."
Togron simply grinned. "Okay Terich pal! Me fixes good good dinner! This be best dinner you braindeads ever had in your...uh...uh....your deads! Yep, it be that good! Me best get cracking on getting special ingrediant...PORK!" Togron immediately began to walk very slowly and casual like to where the pigs were in the pen. He had the hammer behind his back, sticking up in plain sight. He tried to coax the pigs as he walked towards them, saying "Come here, piggie...me wants to invite you to....dinner! You gets lots of free...uh....steak!"
Terich sighed and turned to head back inside, but as he did so, he glimpsed something in the corner of his eye. He turned to get a better look and then saw that it was the board of directors for the Royal Apothecary Society, the special "friends" he'd invited to join him due to one of his latest experiments and the results of a few of his tests. He smiled at them and walked towards the group to greet them. "Greetings, my friends! I am honored and pleased to know that you have come to hear of what I have to say!" Terich bowed before the group of Forsaken and gestured to the door of the small home. "Please, make yourselves comfortable inside."
As Terich watched them, his smile slowly faded as they didn't move. They were staring at him. NO, not at him...something past him. Togron... He thought angrily. He whirled around just in time to see the orc creep up to one unsuspecting pig, raise his hammer, and bring it down on the pig's head, smashing it to pieces. Blood and bone spattered all over the orc's boots. Togron gasped in horror and brought down the hammer again several times on the dead pig.
*WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM*
There wasn't much left of the pig. Togron looked up at Terich, who was staring, and grinned at him. "He bleeds on me. Bad piggie. BAAAAAD piggie." He shook his head several times and then picked up the carcass of the dead pig. He put it over his shoulder and then walked over to Terich. He then, suddenly, seemed to realize that there were other people there. He looked all around him at the several different Forsaken, all of them grim faced and looking a bit taken aback by him. Togron smiled and then leaned over to Terich's ear and began whispering to him. "You gots lots company, Terich pal!"
Terich glared at Togron and hissed "Of course I do! This is what I was talking about! Now, get inside and fix dinner! And remember...no interruptions! No disturbances!" Terich turned away and strode straight towards the leader of the group.
"Ahem. Once again, thank you for coming. Please, step this way. Ignore the orc. He's just a fool." He gestured towards the door, and the group headed in. Togron started counting each Forsaken and kept track on his fingers. He noticed that there were four male Forsaken and one female one. With a smug look on his face, he walked over to Terich and whispered into his ear again.
"Terich Pal! Look at what the pig dragged in! It be a pretty undead lady. She be mighty...dead lookin'. You should talk to her. You not be nice to ladies and long time. You needs be more like me." Togron thumped his chest, resulting in a loud clanging sound from it rebounding off his armor.
Terich looked at Togron with an annoyed look on his face, then just shook his head.
Togron squinted at Terich and studied him closely, then brightened. "Me knows what you want! Me asks her for you!" He turned to the Forsaken woman as she started to enter. "HEY LADY!" He shouted! "Terich pal thinks you Pre...." Terich slammed the end of his staff into Togron's head before he could finish. "OW!" Togron rubbed his head and grumbled to himself. The Forsaken woman turned around and looked at them both with a quizzical expression on her face. Terich smiled at her and motioned for her to head inside. She shrugged and went in. Togron gave Terich a dirty look. "Me's just trying to help. And what you do? You hits me on head. For that, me just going cooks and not say nothing! Serves you right, you braindead stinky!" Togron turned his head up and walked away, trying to look dignified. HE tripped over the dead pig and fell onto another one, smashing it instantly. "Oh boy! ME gets more piggie meat!" Togron snatched up the squashed pig and danced around with it joyfully. Terich muttered something not so polite and went inside the house to join the group.
As he stepped in, he saw they were all seated and talking amongst themselves about various potions and poisons and argueing over their effectiveness and such. Terich smiled to himself and thought that finally he might qualify to join the Royal Apothecary Society. All is going as planned. I shall soon join these ones and finally perhaps have an area to conduct my experiments in peace! Please let them find satisfaction in my experiments! Terich walked towards the bookshelf in the back of the room and pulled out a certain book in the middle of the shelf. He pressed the switch behind it and the bookshelf swung open, revealing a hidden stairway that led to his laboratory in the cellar. He gestured towards the door and asked that they go down. They nodded and headed downstairs. The apparent leader of the group stayed behind the others. He turned to Terich before he headed down and said "I hope you have a good reason for bringing us down here. The letter you sent us did sound intrigueing. If your results please us...we might have a spare position for you in our ranks. Let's hope that this isn't a waste of time....." He then turned and went down the steps. Terich nodded after and him and turned back to look at the room. As he glanced around, he noticed Togron through one of the windows. Togron had his face smeared against the glass, apparently trying to listen in. The orc apparently couldn't figure out why the glass was fogging up and he couldn't see as he continually wiped off the glass. Finally, growing frustrated, Togron slammed his fist against the glass, shattering it into pieces. He ducked behind the wall, and Terich could hear him say "He can't sees me, he don't know who does it." Terich sighed and went through, slamming the door behind him.
He headed down the steps and came into a large rectangular shaped room with potions and brews bubbling everywhere throughout. He had a small podium at the front of the room, with chairs in front of it where the board of directors would be sitting. They were there already. Terich walked up to the podium and glanced down at his notes. Blast! Did I really write this?! What's this even say?! He grew frustrated at trying to read his own writing. Bah. I don't need it anyways... He looked up at the board of directors, straightened his back, and opened his mouth to speak....
*THOCK!* Terich paused, then glanced up at where the sound had come from. Above him. The board of directors were still watching him, with a curious expression on their faces. "Ahem!" Terich cleared his throat. "Er...sorry about that...uh...abit of, ahem...congestion. I havn't taken my potion yet today." He laughed nervously, but the board of directors were not amused. They just stared at him, obivously growing impatient.
"Please continue, Terich." The leader of them spoke to him very slowly.
Terich grinned nervously. "Eh heh! Yes, of course, yes of course...eh heh..right..." Terich began fidgeting nervously as he glanced through his notes again, though he couldn't read most of it. He looked up and began. "Gentlemen and..."
*THOCK!* The sound was heard again. Terich winced and looked up very slowly. He knew what that sound was. All too often, Togron had been making too much noise during one of Terich's experiments. Not now! Dear Shadow, not now! Terich thought of how the timing in this could not possibly be worse. Togron was, of course, being his usual annoying self and chopping up meat as loud as he poossibly could. Terich placed his head in his palm in frustration as the board of directors stared up at where the sound was coming from. A couple of them started whispering to each other, obviously annoyed. The leader was frowning at the disturbance. Not a good sign at all.
*WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!* Terich moaned in extreme frustration. Togron was using that big cleaver and slicing up the meat as fast and hard as he could. Terich clenched his fist and looked ahead at the board. "Ahem! Please, ignore the noise, and listen to what I have to say..." He took in a deep breath and watched as they all once again fixated their attention upon him. He ignored the sounds of Togron's chopping up the meat. He tried to continue.
"Ladies and Gentle *WHAM*, I have for *WHAM* today a *WHAM* -ary discover*WHAM* that could aide our *WHAM* in the front. All who *WHAM* poison in the *WHAM* can finally....." Terich stopped and looked up, with an expression of sheer hatred on his face. He could hear Togron moving around up there, very noisily. And, what really angered him, along with the Board, was when Togron began to sing. It went something like this....
"Pork, pork! Me likes pork!
Lots to eat! Get me fork!
This be goodest, grandest meal!
And so how Terich, buddy, feel!
Him and friends like this much!
Because pork just has the touch!
And me gets friends for dinner now!
Me shows them that me knows how!
Me goes up and knocks down door!
Calls them down and sings some more!"
They all could hear a loud banging sound on the iron door that led down to the lab. Terich rubbed his forhead, his eyes shut, with one of the veins on his forhead twitching violently. The Board just stared at the door as it bulged inward after every banging sound. Finally, the door burst off it's hinges and flew down the stairs, slamming into the floor and sliding into the wall. Terich stayed motionless, rubbing his temples, as Togron walked down the stairs.
"Dinner's ready, undead pals! Me makes you goodie good good meal! Me has pork, pork chops, pork roast, and pork pie! Me has..." Togron stopped suddenly and looked all around him in wonder. "OOH! Shiny bubbly thingies! Me wants touch!" But then, he looked at the Forsaken sitting down staring at him, some with their mouths hanging open. "Me be Togron, the greatest, bestest, warrior in WHOOOOLE place!" Terich didn't budge, but one of the Forsaken stood up in greeting. He offered his hand to Togron. Togron, grinning, took the hand and shook it vigorously. "Me happy to meets you! Me be Togron. Who you be?"
The Forsaken smiled, in an odd sort of way, seeing he was missing his jaw. A voice, somehow, emerged regardless. "A pleasure meeting you, sir. Would you please be quiet while this fellow here continues his demonstration?" He gestured at Terich. "Perhaps you can be his assistant or something." Terich twitched. "Don't make any noise, and do what he says. That way, you can help him" The Forsaken looked around at his colleagues and they nodded their heads in agreement. Togron, beaming, walked over to Terich and stood directly in front of a small table covered with all sorts of different potions and such.
Terich sighed and continued. "Well, my Forsaken friends...what we have here is a new potion that could be used to..." Out of the corner of his eye, Terich glimpsed Togron meddling with one of the vials filled with a greenish liquid. Terich whirled around. "Don't touch it!" He snarled.
Togron looked at Terich with a puzzled look on his face, then he smiled. "Okay, Terich pal! Me not touch!" He lifted his hands from the vial.
Terich rolled his eyes and then turned back around to address the board and resume his speech. "As I was saying....."
As Terich went on, Togron began to blink his eyes repeatedly. He yawned loudly, and stretched. As he did so, one of his arms knocked over a beaker. There was a loud *SMASH!* as the lid broke on another bottle and the contents poured inside. The Board stood up and gasped. The leader yelled out "Stop it! That mixture is explosive!"
Terich whirled around, panic on his face, and lunged for the deadly mixture.....
Moments before....
Krolg was finally returning from his visit to one of Orgrimmar's older shamans. The old orc had loaned him a book for him to study over and meditate upon until his next time of instruction. As he walked towards the house that Terich, Togron, and he were staying in, he was humming a tune to himself. As he got within about a mile of it, he began to speak out loud to himself.
"Well..." He thought out loud, "today has been a good long day. I am tired, and need rest. And meditation. What better place to get it then my own home? Peace and quiet, no disruptions from outsiders, and perhaps Togron and I can try our luck at that new memorization game I learned about. We do need to try to build his vocabulary..." He stopped and breathed deeply, taking in smell of the air and the nice cool breeze of the evening. He finally came close to the house, and smiled at it's sight. "AH! At last! Home sweet...."
*BOOM!*
At that very moment, the house erupted into a huge explosion. The building was blown to pieces, and a mushroom-shaped cloud emerged from the rubble. Krolg stared at the seven figures launched out of the burning remains of the home. He recognized Togron and Terich, but not the other five Forsaken. "Er..." Krolg looked at the blazing inferno at what USED to be the home. "I think I'll check into the Inn tonight. Er...I've got to study." He hurried off back from where he came from, towards the gates of Orgrimmar.
Terich landed face first on a large rock. He leaped up, despite his injuries, and ran to the head of the Board. "Sir, you must forgive me! Forgive my companion! I assure you, my work is...."
The Forsaken arose, slowly, and looked at Terich with disgust. "Your work is nothing! You'll never join our ranks! NEVER, you hear me?! You keep that stupid, ugly, pathetic green waste of flesh away from me! And I don't want to see you, or your friends, ever again, as long as I live!" He stormed off, and the others joined him. "You are pathetic!" He screamed back at Terich, and then they all marched off, with their backs and clothing smoking and some of it still burning from the flames, towards the zeppelin tower.
Terich collapsed onto his knees, breathing heavily. He began to shake uncontrollably, seething with rage. Togron ran up beside him with his usual dopey grin on his face. "That was fun, Terich pal!" He exclaimed. "Me does it again!" Suddenly, he frowned. "But it ruined dinner!" Terich slowly rose to his feet, shadow engulfing his body. He slowly turned to face Togron with red glowing eyes. He let out a piercing scream, and Togron slowly began to back away.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Terich shouted. He dived for the orc, shadow tendrils and magic bursting from his fingertips, but Togron dodged and ran.
"Help! Help! Me best buddy trying kill me! HELP HELP!" He ran for the gates of Orgrimmar, Terich hot in pursuit. As they ran to Orgrimmar, a couple of guards caught sight of them. The big one turned to his partner and guffawed. "Guess what, Mork! You owe me fifty gold! I told you we'd see it!" He slapped his knee as the other orc grumbled something about how he didn't bet, it was against his principles. "Well, pay up, buddy! I told you that there house'd blow to bits!"
"Shut up, Javack!" Mork snarled. He grumbled and reached in his pocket as Togron ran inside the gates, shouting for help, with Terich close behind him. It had been a long day.
Terich began muttering to himself as he walked back and forth across the little room. "They should be here by now..." he said to himself. "Perhaps something went wrong...yes, perhaps they are tied up somewhere else." Terich wrung his hands together, growing more and more irritated by the second. "Or perhaps they turned me down...perhaps they decided at the last possible moment not to come. Or maybe they had an accident on the zeppelin! I knew it! Those blasted goblins. They probably got them all killed..." He continued to talk quietly to himself, when he stopped suddenly and began to listen to the sounds coming from outside. Or, to be specific, the sounds coming from Togron.
"Come here, piggie piggie! Me not wants hurts you! Me wants...uh...shows you something," Terich could hear Togron saying, apparently, to the pigs, believing they might be coaxed over by his words. Terich dropped his face into his palm after he heard the loud *WHAM* and the house shook slightly, followed by "Darn! Me missed!" Terich sighed and walked towards the door, rubbing his forhead all the while. He leaned out to see what the Orc was doing.
The first thing he noticed was Togron, of course, holding that pig-shaped hammer behind his back. The second thing was that the pigs were all going crazy, squealing and trying to escape the pen. Fortunately, Togron had been smart enough to take a precaution in case such a thing should happen. He'd made sure that the pigs couldn't escape. The only possible way out was where Togron was standing, with a big triumphant smirk on his face, basking in what he thought was victory against the pigs. Terich decided that he might as well try to get Togron to act useful, for once.
"Togron!" He shouted at the orc. "I have some...special friends coming over today." He gestured towards the city of Orgrimmar, it's walls just behind the house. "They'll be coming from the direction of the zeppelin tower. I want some dinner to be prepared for them. And be quiet while your doing it. I don't want any disruptions."
Togron grinned from ear to ear as he looked at Terich. "Okay Terich pal! Me does that! But what you want me make?"
Terich thought about it for a moment and then asked "Well, what are the choices?" Is there much variety?"
Togron noddes his head excitedly. "YEs yes! There be much food! We can have all kinds of big goodie goodie meals! We have pork ham, pork-chops, pork salad, pork roast, pork raw, pork...."
"I get the idea, Togron."
Togron looked at Terich for a moment, nodded, and then continued, oblivious to Terich's annoyance. "Pork goodies, pork stew, pork-pork, and....
"I SAID I GET THE IDEA, TOGRON! SHUT UP!" Terich shouted at him.
"Uh....and Pork pie!" After completing the list of available foods, Togron looked very thoughtful for a moment. "Yep. That be it. That be large variety of foods! You eats good tonight, Terich pal! And the special guests too! Me makes plenty food for guests! How much and what types do you thinks me should makes for them, Terich pal?"
Terich clenched his fist and took a few deep breaths before responding. "I...don't...care. Just fix anything." Terich spoke to Togron very slowly with a look of sheer venom on his face. "Just don't disturb me...." Terich leaned close and lowered his voice. "....under any circumstances."
Togron simply grinned. "Okay Terich pal! Me fixes good good dinner! This be best dinner you braindeads ever had in your...uh...uh....your deads! Yep, it be that good! Me best get cracking on getting special ingrediant...PORK!" Togron immediately began to walk very slowly and casual like to where the pigs were in the pen. He had the hammer behind his back, sticking up in plain sight. He tried to coax the pigs as he walked towards them, saying "Come here, piggie...me wants to invite you to....dinner! You gets lots of free...uh....steak!"
Terich sighed and turned to head back inside, but as he did so, he glimpsed something in the corner of his eye. He turned to get a better look and then saw that it was the board of directors for the Royal Apothecary Society, the special "friends" he'd invited to join him due to one of his latest experiments and the results of a few of his tests. He smiled at them and walked towards the group to greet them. "Greetings, my friends! I am honored and pleased to know that you have come to hear of what I have to say!" Terich bowed before the group of Forsaken and gestured to the door of the small home. "Please, make yourselves comfortable inside."
As Terich watched them, his smile slowly faded as they didn't move. They were staring at him. NO, not at him...something past him. Togron... He thought angrily. He whirled around just in time to see the orc creep up to one unsuspecting pig, raise his hammer, and bring it down on the pig's head, smashing it to pieces. Blood and bone spattered all over the orc's boots. Togron gasped in horror and brought down the hammer again several times on the dead pig.
*WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM*
There wasn't much left of the pig. Togron looked up at Terich, who was staring, and grinned at him. "He bleeds on me. Bad piggie. BAAAAAD piggie." He shook his head several times and then picked up the carcass of the dead pig. He put it over his shoulder and then walked over to Terich. He then, suddenly, seemed to realize that there were other people there. He looked all around him at the several different Forsaken, all of them grim faced and looking a bit taken aback by him. Togron smiled and then leaned over to Terich's ear and began whispering to him. "You gots lots company, Terich pal!"
Terich glared at Togron and hissed "Of course I do! This is what I was talking about! Now, get inside and fix dinner! And remember...no interruptions! No disturbances!" Terich turned away and strode straight towards the leader of the group.
"Ahem. Once again, thank you for coming. Please, step this way. Ignore the orc. He's just a fool." He gestured towards the door, and the group headed in. Togron started counting each Forsaken and kept track on his fingers. He noticed that there were four male Forsaken and one female one. With a smug look on his face, he walked over to Terich and whispered into his ear again.
"Terich Pal! Look at what the pig dragged in! It be a pretty undead lady. She be mighty...dead lookin'. You should talk to her. You not be nice to ladies and long time. You needs be more like me." Togron thumped his chest, resulting in a loud clanging sound from it rebounding off his armor.
Terich looked at Togron with an annoyed look on his face, then just shook his head.
Togron squinted at Terich and studied him closely, then brightened. "Me knows what you want! Me asks her for you!" He turned to the Forsaken woman as she started to enter. "HEY LADY!" He shouted! "Terich pal thinks you Pre...." Terich slammed the end of his staff into Togron's head before he could finish. "OW!" Togron rubbed his head and grumbled to himself. The Forsaken woman turned around and looked at them both with a quizzical expression on her face. Terich smiled at her and motioned for her to head inside. She shrugged and went in. Togron gave Terich a dirty look. "Me's just trying to help. And what you do? You hits me on head. For that, me just going cooks and not say nothing! Serves you right, you braindead stinky!" Togron turned his head up and walked away, trying to look dignified. HE tripped over the dead pig and fell onto another one, smashing it instantly. "Oh boy! ME gets more piggie meat!" Togron snatched up the squashed pig and danced around with it joyfully. Terich muttered something not so polite and went inside the house to join the group.
As he stepped in, he saw they were all seated and talking amongst themselves about various potions and poisons and argueing over their effectiveness and such. Terich smiled to himself and thought that finally he might qualify to join the Royal Apothecary Society. All is going as planned. I shall soon join these ones and finally perhaps have an area to conduct my experiments in peace! Please let them find satisfaction in my experiments! Terich walked towards the bookshelf in the back of the room and pulled out a certain book in the middle of the shelf. He pressed the switch behind it and the bookshelf swung open, revealing a hidden stairway that led to his laboratory in the cellar. He gestured towards the door and asked that they go down. They nodded and headed downstairs. The apparent leader of the group stayed behind the others. He turned to Terich before he headed down and said "I hope you have a good reason for bringing us down here. The letter you sent us did sound intrigueing. If your results please us...we might have a spare position for you in our ranks. Let's hope that this isn't a waste of time....." He then turned and went down the steps. Terich nodded after and him and turned back to look at the room. As he glanced around, he noticed Togron through one of the windows. Togron had his face smeared against the glass, apparently trying to listen in. The orc apparently couldn't figure out why the glass was fogging up and he couldn't see as he continually wiped off the glass. Finally, growing frustrated, Togron slammed his fist against the glass, shattering it into pieces. He ducked behind the wall, and Terich could hear him say "He can't sees me, he don't know who does it." Terich sighed and went through, slamming the door behind him.
He headed down the steps and came into a large rectangular shaped room with potions and brews bubbling everywhere throughout. He had a small podium at the front of the room, with chairs in front of it where the board of directors would be sitting. They were there already. Terich walked up to the podium and glanced down at his notes. Blast! Did I really write this?! What's this even say?! He grew frustrated at trying to read his own writing. Bah. I don't need it anyways... He looked up at the board of directors, straightened his back, and opened his mouth to speak....
*THOCK!* Terich paused, then glanced up at where the sound had come from. Above him. The board of directors were still watching him, with a curious expression on their faces. "Ahem!" Terich cleared his throat. "Er...sorry about that...uh...abit of, ahem...congestion. I havn't taken my potion yet today." He laughed nervously, but the board of directors were not amused. They just stared at him, obivously growing impatient.
"Please continue, Terich." The leader of them spoke to him very slowly.
Terich grinned nervously. "Eh heh! Yes, of course, yes of course...eh heh..right..." Terich began fidgeting nervously as he glanced through his notes again, though he couldn't read most of it. He looked up and began. "Gentlemen and..."
*THOCK!* The sound was heard again. Terich winced and looked up very slowly. He knew what that sound was. All too often, Togron had been making too much noise during one of Terich's experiments. Not now! Dear Shadow, not now! Terich thought of how the timing in this could not possibly be worse. Togron was, of course, being his usual annoying self and chopping up meat as loud as he poossibly could. Terich placed his head in his palm in frustration as the board of directors stared up at where the sound was coming from. A couple of them started whispering to each other, obviously annoyed. The leader was frowning at the disturbance. Not a good sign at all.
*WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!* Terich moaned in extreme frustration. Togron was using that big cleaver and slicing up the meat as fast and hard as he could. Terich clenched his fist and looked ahead at the board. "Ahem! Please, ignore the noise, and listen to what I have to say..." He took in a deep breath and watched as they all once again fixated their attention upon him. He ignored the sounds of Togron's chopping up the meat. He tried to continue.
"Ladies and Gentle *WHAM*, I have for *WHAM* today a *WHAM* -ary discover*WHAM* that could aide our *WHAM* in the front. All who *WHAM* poison in the *WHAM* can finally....." Terich stopped and looked up, with an expression of sheer hatred on his face. He could hear Togron moving around up there, very noisily. And, what really angered him, along with the Board, was when Togron began to sing. It went something like this....
"Pork, pork! Me likes pork!
Lots to eat! Get me fork!
This be goodest, grandest meal!
And so how Terich, buddy, feel!
Him and friends like this much!
Because pork just has the touch!
And me gets friends for dinner now!
Me shows them that me knows how!
Me goes up and knocks down door!
Calls them down and sings some more!"
They all could hear a loud banging sound on the iron door that led down to the lab. Terich rubbed his forhead, his eyes shut, with one of the veins on his forhead twitching violently. The Board just stared at the door as it bulged inward after every banging sound. Finally, the door burst off it's hinges and flew down the stairs, slamming into the floor and sliding into the wall. Terich stayed motionless, rubbing his temples, as Togron walked down the stairs.
"Dinner's ready, undead pals! Me makes you goodie good good meal! Me has pork, pork chops, pork roast, and pork pie! Me has..." Togron stopped suddenly and looked all around him in wonder. "OOH! Shiny bubbly thingies! Me wants touch!" But then, he looked at the Forsaken sitting down staring at him, some with their mouths hanging open. "Me be Togron, the greatest, bestest, warrior in WHOOOOLE place!" Terich didn't budge, but one of the Forsaken stood up in greeting. He offered his hand to Togron. Togron, grinning, took the hand and shook it vigorously. "Me happy to meets you! Me be Togron. Who you be?"
The Forsaken smiled, in an odd sort of way, seeing he was missing his jaw. A voice, somehow, emerged regardless. "A pleasure meeting you, sir. Would you please be quiet while this fellow here continues his demonstration?" He gestured at Terich. "Perhaps you can be his assistant or something." Terich twitched. "Don't make any noise, and do what he says. That way, you can help him" The Forsaken looked around at his colleagues and they nodded their heads in agreement. Togron, beaming, walked over to Terich and stood directly in front of a small table covered with all sorts of different potions and such.
Terich sighed and continued. "Well, my Forsaken friends...what we have here is a new potion that could be used to..." Out of the corner of his eye, Terich glimpsed Togron meddling with one of the vials filled with a greenish liquid. Terich whirled around. "Don't touch it!" He snarled.
Togron looked at Terich with a puzzled look on his face, then he smiled. "Okay, Terich pal! Me not touch!" He lifted his hands from the vial.
Terich rolled his eyes and then turned back around to address the board and resume his speech. "As I was saying....."
As Terich went on, Togron began to blink his eyes repeatedly. He yawned loudly, and stretched. As he did so, one of his arms knocked over a beaker. There was a loud *SMASH!* as the lid broke on another bottle and the contents poured inside. The Board stood up and gasped. The leader yelled out "Stop it! That mixture is explosive!"
Terich whirled around, panic on his face, and lunged for the deadly mixture.....
Moments before....
Krolg was finally returning from his visit to one of Orgrimmar's older shamans. The old orc had loaned him a book for him to study over and meditate upon until his next time of instruction. As he walked towards the house that Terich, Togron, and he were staying in, he was humming a tune to himself. As he got within about a mile of it, he began to speak out loud to himself.
"Well..." He thought out loud, "today has been a good long day. I am tired, and need rest. And meditation. What better place to get it then my own home? Peace and quiet, no disruptions from outsiders, and perhaps Togron and I can try our luck at that new memorization game I learned about. We do need to try to build his vocabulary..." He stopped and breathed deeply, taking in smell of the air and the nice cool breeze of the evening. He finally came close to the house, and smiled at it's sight. "AH! At last! Home sweet...."
*BOOM!*
At that very moment, the house erupted into a huge explosion. The building was blown to pieces, and a mushroom-shaped cloud emerged from the rubble. Krolg stared at the seven figures launched out of the burning remains of the home. He recognized Togron and Terich, but not the other five Forsaken. "Er..." Krolg looked at the blazing inferno at what USED to be the home. "I think I'll check into the Inn tonight. Er...I've got to study." He hurried off back from where he came from, towards the gates of Orgrimmar.
Terich landed face first on a large rock. He leaped up, despite his injuries, and ran to the head of the Board. "Sir, you must forgive me! Forgive my companion! I assure you, my work is...."
The Forsaken arose, slowly, and looked at Terich with disgust. "Your work is nothing! You'll never join our ranks! NEVER, you hear me?! You keep that stupid, ugly, pathetic green waste of flesh away from me! And I don't want to see you, or your friends, ever again, as long as I live!" He stormed off, and the others joined him. "You are pathetic!" He screamed back at Terich, and then they all marched off, with their backs and clothing smoking and some of it still burning from the flames, towards the zeppelin tower.
Terich collapsed onto his knees, breathing heavily. He began to shake uncontrollably, seething with rage. Togron ran up beside him with his usual dopey grin on his face. "That was fun, Terich pal!" He exclaimed. "Me does it again!" Suddenly, he frowned. "But it ruined dinner!" Terich slowly rose to his feet, shadow engulfing his body. He slowly turned to face Togron with red glowing eyes. He let out a piercing scream, and Togron slowly began to back away.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Terich shouted. He dived for the orc, shadow tendrils and magic bursting from his fingertips, but Togron dodged and ran.
"Help! Help! Me best buddy trying kill me! HELP HELP!" He ran for the gates of Orgrimmar, Terich hot in pursuit. As they ran to Orgrimmar, a couple of guards caught sight of them. The big one turned to his partner and guffawed. "Guess what, Mork! You owe me fifty gold! I told you we'd see it!" He slapped his knee as the other orc grumbled something about how he didn't bet, it was against his principles. "Well, pay up, buddy! I told you that there house'd blow to bits!"
"Shut up, Javack!" Mork snarled. He grumbled and reached in his pocket as Togron ran inside the gates, shouting for help, with Terich close behind him. It had been a long day.