Lascivious
01-03-2008, 03:06 PM
((Can't beleive the stuff I'm finding. I think I put this on the TN forum back when it didn't totally suck. The Glussh was one of my favorite Grim in the early early days when Las was a total hater. Tyra was interesting though she didn't stick around long and was never Girm.))
The sun was retreating rapidly below the western hills and the creatures of the night crawled from their resting places, as Lascivious set tankards of ale on the table in front of her mates. The Grim has just returned from waging war on the alliance from foothills of Hillsbrad to the waters of Loch Modan. Her lord and leader, the necromancer Maledictus had declared the battle a success and they retired to tavern to celebrate their victory. Her canvas bag was full of the hearts of her slain enemies. She would enjoy them later when she was alone.
“It was good fighting with you Lascivious,” said a large orc warrior sitting next to her. “It made The Gluush very happy.”
She grunted and nodded at the orc as lifted her mug to her lips. She swallowed several times and set it down. She did not enjoy drinking. She wasn’t sure if she could really taste the ale or if it was just a long lost memory of what she thought it should taste like. Truth be told, she couldn’t remember if she had ever drank ale before.
“That paladin… I think they kept calling her Hyatt. She was mighty. It was a pleasure to slay her. I think she got The Gluush a good one too. She will be my Nemeshish… Nemesin… er… Nemesis.”
“Speaking of nemesis, Gluush.” Lascivious looked around the tavern. “I thought I just saw a Forsaken with a pair of orc ears on a string.”
“Ah yes. Tyra. The Gluush has spoken to her of this already. She had bad experience with orc once.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“She does not attack The Glussh. The Gluush will not attack her.”
“That is wise of her,” Lascivious said before taking another swallow of ale. “Gluush, you are a mighty warrior. Your living stench displeases me, but when the Dark Lady orders the death of the orcs I will slay you personally. I will take your ears and will proclaim to all with pride ‘These are the ears of The Gluush! The finest warrior the orcs have ever known!’ This is my promise to you, as your friend and comrade in arms.”
“Hmmm…. The Gluush no need ears to fight. But I would like to not give them up yet.”
Lascivious patted the orc warrior on the shoulder. “Not yet, my friend. Not yet.”
The sun was retreating rapidly below the western hills and the creatures of the night crawled from their resting places, as Lascivious set tankards of ale on the table in front of her mates. The Grim has just returned from waging war on the alliance from foothills of Hillsbrad to the waters of Loch Modan. Her lord and leader, the necromancer Maledictus had declared the battle a success and they retired to tavern to celebrate their victory. Her canvas bag was full of the hearts of her slain enemies. She would enjoy them later when she was alone.
“It was good fighting with you Lascivious,” said a large orc warrior sitting next to her. “It made The Gluush very happy.”
She grunted and nodded at the orc as lifted her mug to her lips. She swallowed several times and set it down. She did not enjoy drinking. She wasn’t sure if she could really taste the ale or if it was just a long lost memory of what she thought it should taste like. Truth be told, she couldn’t remember if she had ever drank ale before.
“That paladin… I think they kept calling her Hyatt. She was mighty. It was a pleasure to slay her. I think she got The Gluush a good one too. She will be my Nemeshish… Nemesin… er… Nemesis.”
“Speaking of nemesis, Gluush.” Lascivious looked around the tavern. “I thought I just saw a Forsaken with a pair of orc ears on a string.”
“Ah yes. Tyra. The Gluush has spoken to her of this already. She had bad experience with orc once.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“She does not attack The Glussh. The Gluush will not attack her.”
“That is wise of her,” Lascivious said before taking another swallow of ale. “Gluush, you are a mighty warrior. Your living stench displeases me, but when the Dark Lady orders the death of the orcs I will slay you personally. I will take your ears and will proclaim to all with pride ‘These are the ears of The Gluush! The finest warrior the orcs have ever known!’ This is my promise to you, as your friend and comrade in arms.”
“Hmmm…. The Gluush no need ears to fight. But I would like to not give them up yet.”
Lascivious patted the orc warrior on the shoulder. “Not yet, my friend. Not yet.”