The Past

[Mazguul]

(( A little story I knocked up to explain Mazguul's hatred of insects - so yes, it's a story from her past. Apologies now for its direness, I'm quite sure it is 'not up to standard' but everyone needs to start somewhere I suppose, plus I need to do a more accurate 'spell check'. Tips for making it better are always welcome *smiles* ))

"-an dat's wai dey do dat" Zandii said confidently as she was carried along the beaches north of Ratchet "Eber shince dem firs' tribe be-"

As the troll continued to babble about trollish history, Mazguul heard the low growl of an Orc beginning to loose his temper and shot a glare of warning at her mate. He had never been one to enjoy idle chatter and this troll seemed to be able to continue indefinitely. So far Zandii had not stopped talking for over three hours and although Mazguul could listen till the stars stopped shining she knew that Omadon could not. She was a little surprised he had not already tried to rip out Zandii's tongue. It was written all over his face that he wished they were back home so that he could throw Zandii off his shoulder, where she was dangling down his back, and into her hut. But, they still had a way to walk.

"-bu' dat'sh anudder staary sho-"

Mazguul couldn't help but smirk as Omadon ground his teeth together in frustration, twitched his hands in an effort not to strangle Zandii and nodded to Mazguul that he was at least trying to comply. Even if he was failing miserably. The She-Orc could not particularly be angry at Omadon for Zandii was talking even more than usual. An afternoon's drinking session in Ratchett had loosened the troll's lips. It had also made the troll's legs so wobbly that she couldn't stand let alone walk.

"-sho... waa were mi bi saaing?"

"You were explaining why you liked snakes and then wandered off into the realms of trollish history" Mazguul replied cheerfully "You were just getting to the part where the Empire split in two" The She-Orc didn't need to look at her mate to see the daggers in his glare at her, she could feel them.

"Ah, so mi were!"

While Omadon groaned with despair as the troll carried on Mazguul continued to soak up the information the drunkard was dishing out.

Had the She-Orc not been pregant with two pups she would have offered to carry Zandii herself but watching another do the work for her was far more entertaining, especially when Omadon had offered. She was also well aware that he had only come with the two females as he disliked having his mate roaming around with his pups. Carting Zandii around was his punishment for being too soft.

"Get a gag on her" Omadon suddenly blurted out "one more second of her talking and I'll kill her!!!"

The silence only lasted a minute.

''Shush, orcie, mi bi habin' stuff fy yak'in" Zandii said from Omadon's back, her eyes were lit up with anger and her mood only got worse when Omadon dropped her to the ground, unable to cope with her any longer.

Mazguul began to back away from the troll. She knew well what the look in Zandii's eyes meant and Mazguul knew knew what was going through Zandii's mind. Zandii was going to draw her wand and simply cast every hex she knew at the Orc just for fun to see him take all sort of shapes and forms. The troll would watch him be victimized by both beasts and elements alike, just for show. Mazguul had seen Zandii do it before.

Zandii smiled at Omadon, looking rather creepy as she did so and the troll's hand slowly moved towards her hip to reach for her wand. But then she seemed to suffer from an alcohol induced laziness, so much so that she couldn't handle drawing her wand and appeared to decide the Orc wasn't worth the stress.

''Pfff,'' Zandii waved at Omadon and blowed away the idea as she tired to stand up.

The She-Orc began to relax as she thought the temperamental troll had given up. Mazguul didn't relish the idea of trying to stop Zandii while she was armed. Then, suddenly, Zandii grabbed her wand. One that appeared to be broken in the middle and hastily knitted back together with string. Mazguul sprinted for cover, deciding to hide behind a large boulder while Omadon, in his arrogance, folded his arms at Zandii daring her to take the shot.

''Haluji'fyvijah!'' Marlith shouted as she pointed her damaged wand at Omadon.

The broken state of her wand messed up with her accuracy, and as a purple ray was fired from her wand, it split up into many fragments of voodoo. They created quite the colour show as they flickered and flew everywhere, all of them missing Omadon except one which hit him right in the chest, throwing him into a tree.

A second later, a pride of roaming lion's came out of the savanah and entered Mazguul's sight. Mazguul looked at the lions, the lions licked their lips at her At first the lions seemed like they were about to attack the She-Orc, but when the pride saw the barrage of wild voodoo coming towards them from behind the boulder Mazguul was leaning on the lions instantly ran for their lives.

The voodoo magic finally began hitting lions, rocks and trees where they exploded on impact, the whole area was complete covered smoke and explosions. Ice and fire appeared out of nowhere and clashed with each other. Lightning shot out from the dust clouds, and much of the local fauna was destroyed by the chaotic force of Zandii's terrible mistake. All the while Mazguul hid behind her rock and vowed to never ever trust a drunk Shaman ever again.

As the Voodoo finally burnt out and the destruction stopped, all that could be seen of the lion pride when the smoke lifted were charred bones, a snake slithering away along with a chicken and a lion running around roaring in agony while covered in purple flames. Mazguul shot it to put it out of it's misery.

Mazguul peered over the rock, looking at the dunk troll in horror. Zandii had been knocked back by the shockwave of Voodoo and was currently laying on her back looking up at the sky. Omadon was still laid out cold.

''Dat bi fun!" Zandii cried with glee as she sat up with a stuid grin on her face "lezz do it 'gain!''

She quickly found her awful broken wand, ensuring that the broken pieces were held together by the string before preparing to cast another spell as she staggered to her feet. She turned as she heard the 'click' of a gun being armed as saw Mazguul snarling down the barrel at her.

"Put it away and then I'll do the same" she said quietly while slowly walking round the troll to get to her still unconscious mate.

Zandii looked at her wand. 'Dat bi meanin' nuh moar fun?'' The troll asked, looking rather disappointed.

While Zandii put her wand away Mazguul was already trying to shake Omadon awake, her gun once again slung over her shoulder. She had seen him take a hit to the chest by the fragmented hex, he was still alive and it appeared that he hex Zandii had cast on him had come with no immediate effect, but suddenly he sat bolt up right and looked like he was going to vomit. Mazguul raised an eyebrow when she suddenly saw a rather nasty scorpion come crawling right out of Nokhan's mouth and watched in disgust as it ran down on his shoulder. She was not as surprised as Omadon was by any means.

"What did you do, Zandii?!" Mazguul shouted viciously at the troll

But the troll said nothing, she only watched as Omadon spewed up further insects, and it was as if a swarm of insects of every kind, beetles, spiders, ants, crawlers and and the entire brood came crawling out of his mouth. Hundreds upon hundreds of the things. The She-Orc scrambled out f the way after squishing the critters did nothing to stop the torrent. Mazguul would remember that sight for the rest of her life. She didn't know what to do, Zandii was too smashed to help and Mazguul prayed the hex wouldn't last for long. She also hopefully that Omadon wouldn't be suffocated by the flow of bugs coming up from his belly through his throat and out of his mouth. They even began to force their way out of his nose.

It was Omadon's reaction the really scared Mazguul. She knew he wasn't easily frightened. He had gone as far as almost causing terrible defeats just to get a chance to fight the most deadliest opponents on the battlefield. He was infamous for his lack of fear. The Orc spent his life seeking to find death not only in battle, but only by the best of the best, refusing to let puny humans, elves and dwarfs be his bane. But vomiting bugs and roaches and beetles was something he had never experienced, and later when he spoke to Mazguul about the experience, it had struck him as not only abominable and vile, but also utterly unnatural, even when including the Burning Legion and the Forsaken as natural. So he panicked.

He lay on the ground screaming and shrieking, clawing deep, bleeding scratches in his face in a vain attempt to rid himself of the swarm that crawled over him. He trashed back and forth, howled for salvation in all the languages he could and twisted with bloodshot eyes stricken with naked fear. His screams grew louder and more terrified with each second, and continued on even after the bugs had ceased to appear.

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By the time the three of them got home it was dark and to this day Mazguul still hates all insects: the smaller they are the more they make her skin crawl

(( Mmmm, better explain who Zandii is: she is Mazguul's closest friend and is so accident prone that it is a wonder how she had ever lived as long as she has. ))

[Norv]

(( Oh! Too believable story! *shivers...*
   
   Cheers, Maz, it was so nice to read! ))

[Morgeth]

((I loved it. Pure and simple <3 MOAR!))