Tafar
05-21-2007, 01:53 PM
On the small island, stereotypically small, with a single palm tree arching high above the tiny speck of ground, a fire burned. It was a bright day on the island, as most of them were, but the fire was large, and it sparked and spat bright tongues of flame. Around the fire, a lanky scarecrow of a troll danced, sweat beading on his blue skin, tribal makeup covering his angular features.
Buju Tafar cackled as he capered, rolling his fingers in a pouch of green sand at his hip. He tossed a pinch into the fire and grinned as the flames rose higher. A gecko burst from its hiding place in the sand near his feet, and he grabbed it by the leg, flipping it into the fire before it could wriggle away. A burst of green flame licked upward, and clouds began to swirl in the sky that had been clear moments before.
Buju let the pouch fall to the ground, its contents haphazardly spilling out. The troll wasn't paying attention. His head was thrown back, his arms spread wide in ecstasy, eyes rolled back in his head. His shrieking laughter echoed off into the distance, and he fell to his knees.
A storm rose around him, out of nowhere, lightning flashing in bright streaks, crashing into the suddenly choppy waves around the small island. Rain, like a curtain, rolled across the island, instantly soaking the scantily-clad troll to the bone. Throughout, the fire burned brightly, and the troll laughed.
Eventually, Buju fell forward into the sand, catching himself at the last second. He spat a live frog from his lips, and giggled at it when it hopped away. He rose from the sand, ignoring the rain that fell hard enough to make breathing difficult. Buju walked to his makeshift hut, pulling a large, hollow turtle shell from the confines. He placed it upside down in the water, climbed in, and lifted a gnarled staff, slightly thicker on one end than the other.
Still laughing, Buju began rowing toward the distant shore of a land now called Durotar. The spirits said she had come, and he was going to find her.
Buju Tafar cackled as he capered, rolling his fingers in a pouch of green sand at his hip. He tossed a pinch into the fire and grinned as the flames rose higher. A gecko burst from its hiding place in the sand near his feet, and he grabbed it by the leg, flipping it into the fire before it could wriggle away. A burst of green flame licked upward, and clouds began to swirl in the sky that had been clear moments before.
Buju let the pouch fall to the ground, its contents haphazardly spilling out. The troll wasn't paying attention. His head was thrown back, his arms spread wide in ecstasy, eyes rolled back in his head. His shrieking laughter echoed off into the distance, and he fell to his knees.
A storm rose around him, out of nowhere, lightning flashing in bright streaks, crashing into the suddenly choppy waves around the small island. Rain, like a curtain, rolled across the island, instantly soaking the scantily-clad troll to the bone. Throughout, the fire burned brightly, and the troll laughed.
Eventually, Buju fell forward into the sand, catching himself at the last second. He spat a live frog from his lips, and giggled at it when it hopped away. He rose from the sand, ignoring the rain that fell hard enough to make breathing difficult. Buju walked to his makeshift hut, pulling a large, hollow turtle shell from the confines. He placed it upside down in the water, climbed in, and lifted a gnarled staff, slightly thicker on one end than the other.
Still laughing, Buju began rowing toward the distant shore of a land now called Durotar. The spirits said she had come, and he was going to find her.