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Guardian.

Started by Murrah, October 15, 2013, 12:15:59 PM

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Murrah

Murdurp was walking around the Valley of Honor, he was a good grunt. Working for them rebellion, watching over the little ones, making sure the evil moleface Garrosh did not jump out of any bushes to steal the children, Whack! another bush down for good so no Garrosh can hide in there, no General, Murdurp was a good grunt, that's what he was told and that's how it is. Good grunt.

Murdurps steps took him into the base of operation, that's what the Goblins call it, greedy little pickles they were, pickles. Sour and not good tasty or looking. No no. Goblins were not on his good side, no General no. Murdurp walked around the sleeping orc' and elfs, good fighters of the Rebellion. Murdurp was a good grunt, guarding their sleep. He panted slightly when he walked up the stairs, he was getting fat and old already, cant help it no general, he loved his pork wrapped in greasy bacon and cheese. Murdurp kept walking, looking around, no assassins hiding behind the target dummies. Whack that shows them, Murdurp was still in fighting shape, no target dummy can withstand his might.  Happily he chuckled to himself and gave his grotch well deserved attention, a proper scratching. Woolies, whom ever designed those should be flogged, so itchy and tight.

Murdurp looked around, grunting. His lap was almost done. Need to check on the general, yes general. Bloodmark, good orc that. Strong orc that one, yes general that he is. A General.
Murdurp stepped up the stairs, looking around, always calm here at the Generals sleeping area, what a nice looking mate he had also, all the right things on the right places, and something to grip for. Yes general, thats who Murdrup sees it. female should have some meat around them. Murdurp chuckled to himself, until he heard someting, he knew that sound, metal kissing metal. Someone was there? Murdrup was sure general did not sleep in furs made of metal and he was not made of metal. Murdurp lifted his torch higher to look into the room, towards the door what was between him and the General.
"Ack!" Murdurp yelled and stumbled backwards. His eyes locked to the Orc he saw, clad in the dark plate runes and cuts covering the armor and its owner, the White mask covering her features, the torch lighting revealing her mouth and scarred jawline, she stood silently, like a statue the heavy blade in front of her, Murdrup could swear that the  blade was whispering something. He shuddered and backed away slowly, looking at the female, she was wearing the colors of the Red Blade, that must be a good thing yes, she  was not a wolf no general. Murdurp knows a fine wolf lady when he sees one, this was a Worg to him, by the spirits it was like wolf facing a Direworg, Murdurp grunted and left the room looking behind him time to time, shaking his head shuddering.

Murrah stood in front of the door, she did not pay any heed to the Grunt who almost stumbled to her in the darkness. She did not pay any heed to the frightened stares she got or the flash of hate she saw. It was not her to care what the orc thought. Murrah grunted quietly when the grunt walked away, her Runeblade whispered into the silence.
"I know, Sharptongue. Things will be different from now on... It will turn better, I hope. Fer the sake of the Tribe, for the sake of Blood.
“Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!”