Longcat
02-14-2006, 12:32 AM
(( A random short story for a random Longcat ))
It was a quiet night. Well, as quiet as you can get for a night where night owls hooted around causing all sorts of noise and crashes outside the tavern. Though that didn't bother Longcat too much. To him, it sounded like the baying of urban worgs calling out to each other.
Dey sure act loike dem doggies sumtimes too.
Inside the tavern a number of people of all sizes and shapes carried on with their own whims. Compared to the sound outside, the tavern was full of swine giving their prayer of thanks for their first meal in a week. It sometimes smelled like pigs when the caretaker forgets to clean up the vomit of a drunk fool from the night before.
Deys as brainy as a snorta ta drink til dey puke.
Longcat was seated down in one of the long wooden tables in the middle of the tavern. The cut stumps used for seats were bolted down to the floor to keep rowdy drunks from trying to throw or smash another on the head with it. Most of the table stood bolted down too probably to keep orcs and taurens from trying to lift and throw it too.
Why is it dat e'erywun's got da urge ta go an' throw crap at oddas when drunk? I ratha go ta sleep or sumtin' loike dat.
A mixture of moonberry juice spiked with rum passed through the troll's lips as various people got up or sat down at the long table. Longcat had a half-eaten grilled fish on a plate before him for his dinner. It wasn't exactly the most flavorful dinner he's had but beggers can't be choosers not to mention he still loved his fish. Now was the time to put the fish in his belly!
Which would of been what Longcat would do if his plate still in front of him.
"Oi! Werr did me fish go?" the rogue looked around the table for a second to find the tail of his fish in the mouth of a stocky orc next to him. Soon it was pulled out with part of the spine still intact followed by spitting of some ribs out onto the now empty plate.
The orc let out a loud belch and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Whatdja want, purdy boy? Didn't look like yer were gonna eat it anyday soon." He sneared at Longcat while picking a piece of grilled fish from his teeth.
Longcat growled at the brute who stole his dinner and grabbed at his sides but only caught the sides of his britches.
Oi ploppaz... dey took me 'ammers at da doors.
"Ya bedda 'ave da money ta pay fer dat fish, arse!" the troll snarled.
"Oh yeah? What for? To buy yerself some more makeup and girly earrings, widdle purdy boy?" a gaffaw rumbled out of greenskin's bouncing stomach.
"I ain't no purdy boy..." Longcat glared at the orc and turned his head a bit to the side to find the perfect replacement for his hammers. "'Scuse me fer a min, bud." His hand reached back to the table to steal a mutton leg from a tauren before he could take another bite of it and returned to gives the laughing orc a hard smack across the side of his head.
"OW! Why ya li'l punk... I'm gonna crack yer painted face in!" with that the orc rose up from his seat and cracked his knuckles before he gave a heavy swing of his fist towards the red crested troll.
Longcat ducked the green blur and rolled out to the side of the table to make a relaxed laying pose, "Oi I'm sorry, ya seem ta missed me face, worgbreath!" He waved his new makeshift club at the orc who's face was turning a more reddish hue under the green skin. Now this is a much more fun way to kill time at night!
"Stay still, runt!" bellowed the orc as he took a leaping tackle to catch the mocking troll on the floor. The blueskinned rogue rolled out of the way and sat next to the fallen orc whacking him on the head another time with the leg.
"If ya would pay me fer da fish, we wouldn't 'afta du dis y'noe." Longcat looked down at the stocky orc and shook his head slightly.
A heavy green fist to the bottom of Longcat's jaw was the answer to his request. "I'm gonna throw yer weedy ass outta here!"
Longcat stumbled backwards rubbing at his pained jaw and spat out a bit of blood, "Made me bite me lip, looks loike I've gotta play a bit more serious ta git me money." A quick glance gave the crafty troll his next source of inspiration and another patron's fish dinner was stolen. "C'mon an' try ta git me." Longcat gave a wide grin and took his usual fighting stance armed with a half eaten leg and a whole grilled fish.
By now, a crowd of easily amused spectators started to gather around the pair of fighting men. Including the pair who had their food stolen by Longcat demanding for their meals back.
The orc roared out in a primal or was it drunken rage and charged headlong towards the troll. Longcat did a quick sidestep and slapped the side of the orc around a bit with the warm fish. A broad green arm swung out to try to backhand the troll but met with nothing but air. A hard jab stabbed into aggressor's kidney from bellow.
"Dun worry, ya'll be only owt fer a few minutes while I take me money." chuckled Longcat. As the orc soon recovered from the shot from the leg the fish was slammed into the back of his knee causing him to lose his balance mostly from shock of the odd attack. The troll stepped up in front of the orc and swung his arm back. "Gudd night, purdy boy!" And a loud crack of bone of the of the mutton was heard as it landed square on the jaw of the greenskin in a meaty uppercut.
A groan escaped from the mouth of the orc before he fell down with a thud onto the floor. Cheers burst out from the crowd as another everyday fight came to a conclusion.
"Tsk, coulda avoided it y'noe." Longcat tossed his 'weapons' behind him to the crowd and knelt down to the unconsious orc. "Now now, werr's dis bloke's money? Ah, der it is." Nimble fingers lifted the money pouch of the orc and stole a couple of silver coins. "Dat should du." The small bag was dropped back on the orc's stomach after the pay was taken.
Zoggin' fun night!
The victorious troll made his way out of the parting crowd and took a look back, "Oi! Sumwun tell da cook dat da mutton was really 'ard tonight!"
It was a quiet night. Well, as quiet as you can get for a night where night owls hooted around causing all sorts of noise and crashes outside the tavern. Though that didn't bother Longcat too much. To him, it sounded like the baying of urban worgs calling out to each other.
Dey sure act loike dem doggies sumtimes too.
Inside the tavern a number of people of all sizes and shapes carried on with their own whims. Compared to the sound outside, the tavern was full of swine giving their prayer of thanks for their first meal in a week. It sometimes smelled like pigs when the caretaker forgets to clean up the vomit of a drunk fool from the night before.
Deys as brainy as a snorta ta drink til dey puke.
Longcat was seated down in one of the long wooden tables in the middle of the tavern. The cut stumps used for seats were bolted down to the floor to keep rowdy drunks from trying to throw or smash another on the head with it. Most of the table stood bolted down too probably to keep orcs and taurens from trying to lift and throw it too.
Why is it dat e'erywun's got da urge ta go an' throw crap at oddas when drunk? I ratha go ta sleep or sumtin' loike dat.
A mixture of moonberry juice spiked with rum passed through the troll's lips as various people got up or sat down at the long table. Longcat had a half-eaten grilled fish on a plate before him for his dinner. It wasn't exactly the most flavorful dinner he's had but beggers can't be choosers not to mention he still loved his fish. Now was the time to put the fish in his belly!
Which would of been what Longcat would do if his plate still in front of him.
"Oi! Werr did me fish go?" the rogue looked around the table for a second to find the tail of his fish in the mouth of a stocky orc next to him. Soon it was pulled out with part of the spine still intact followed by spitting of some ribs out onto the now empty plate.
The orc let out a loud belch and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Whatdja want, purdy boy? Didn't look like yer were gonna eat it anyday soon." He sneared at Longcat while picking a piece of grilled fish from his teeth.
Longcat growled at the brute who stole his dinner and grabbed at his sides but only caught the sides of his britches.
Oi ploppaz... dey took me 'ammers at da doors.
"Ya bedda 'ave da money ta pay fer dat fish, arse!" the troll snarled.
"Oh yeah? What for? To buy yerself some more makeup and girly earrings, widdle purdy boy?" a gaffaw rumbled out of greenskin's bouncing stomach.
"I ain't no purdy boy..." Longcat glared at the orc and turned his head a bit to the side to find the perfect replacement for his hammers. "'Scuse me fer a min, bud." His hand reached back to the table to steal a mutton leg from a tauren before he could take another bite of it and returned to gives the laughing orc a hard smack across the side of his head.
"OW! Why ya li'l punk... I'm gonna crack yer painted face in!" with that the orc rose up from his seat and cracked his knuckles before he gave a heavy swing of his fist towards the red crested troll.
Longcat ducked the green blur and rolled out to the side of the table to make a relaxed laying pose, "Oi I'm sorry, ya seem ta missed me face, worgbreath!" He waved his new makeshift club at the orc who's face was turning a more reddish hue under the green skin. Now this is a much more fun way to kill time at night!
"Stay still, runt!" bellowed the orc as he took a leaping tackle to catch the mocking troll on the floor. The blueskinned rogue rolled out of the way and sat next to the fallen orc whacking him on the head another time with the leg.
"If ya would pay me fer da fish, we wouldn't 'afta du dis y'noe." Longcat looked down at the stocky orc and shook his head slightly.
A heavy green fist to the bottom of Longcat's jaw was the answer to his request. "I'm gonna throw yer weedy ass outta here!"
Longcat stumbled backwards rubbing at his pained jaw and spat out a bit of blood, "Made me bite me lip, looks loike I've gotta play a bit more serious ta git me money." A quick glance gave the crafty troll his next source of inspiration and another patron's fish dinner was stolen. "C'mon an' try ta git me." Longcat gave a wide grin and took his usual fighting stance armed with a half eaten leg and a whole grilled fish.
By now, a crowd of easily amused spectators started to gather around the pair of fighting men. Including the pair who had their food stolen by Longcat demanding for their meals back.
The orc roared out in a primal or was it drunken rage and charged headlong towards the troll. Longcat did a quick sidestep and slapped the side of the orc around a bit with the warm fish. A broad green arm swung out to try to backhand the troll but met with nothing but air. A hard jab stabbed into aggressor's kidney from bellow.
"Dun worry, ya'll be only owt fer a few minutes while I take me money." chuckled Longcat. As the orc soon recovered from the shot from the leg the fish was slammed into the back of his knee causing him to lose his balance mostly from shock of the odd attack. The troll stepped up in front of the orc and swung his arm back. "Gudd night, purdy boy!" And a loud crack of bone of the of the mutton was heard as it landed square on the jaw of the greenskin in a meaty uppercut.
A groan escaped from the mouth of the orc before he fell down with a thud onto the floor. Cheers burst out from the crowd as another everyday fight came to a conclusion.
"Tsk, coulda avoided it y'noe." Longcat tossed his 'weapons' behind him to the crowd and knelt down to the unconsious orc. "Now now, werr's dis bloke's money? Ah, der it is." Nimble fingers lifted the money pouch of the orc and stole a couple of silver coins. "Dat should du." The small bag was dropped back on the orc's stomach after the pay was taken.
Zoggin' fun night!
The victorious troll made his way out of the parting crowd and took a look back, "Oi! Sumwun tell da cook dat da mutton was really 'ard tonight!"