May 28, 2010
The sound of an arrow in flight cuts through the evening air as I down yet another opponent. I quickly draw another and let it fly at yet another target, one that my companion has been keeping “busy” while I dealt with others. My breathe is coming heavy now. I have spilled much blood and they have taken much of mine. I scan for any immediate threats, but find none. I let my bow relax, but know its only a minor reprieve. I'm in enemy territory and surrounded by many who seek my death for daring to enter what they have claimed as theirs.
My companion loaps over to me. He has almost as many wounds as I do. He whines and lays down next to me as I cautiously sit to tend to my wounds. I pat him on the head. Many think a hyena a strange companion to have, but Spaz has been at my side for what seems like ages now and has saved my life more times then I can count. We will survive this, as we usually do.
I keep my sences about me as I bind my wounds. There are several of them, but none that will prove fatal. I quickly look over Spaz and find the same holds true for him. A nearby sound bring Spaz to his feet with a growl. I quickly jump to my feet and draw an arrow. Scanning the area around me. Spaz growls again and dashes off into the nearby brush. I yell at him to return, but it is in vain.
My attention drawn to the disappering Spaz and don't notice a figure coming up from behind till to late. Suddenly my body goes rigid and I'm unable to move. Laughter fills the air as the figure steps in front of me, a great evil grin on his tusked face. “Joo been sheddin much blood dis day. Blood of yer own people. I been watchin ya since joo came in ta Zul'aman. A traitor such as joo is deservin only death!”
He circles around me muttering to himself and grinning from ear to ear. “BUT…I tink I got a better punishment befitting one such as yerself. Death not bein enough for ya I thinkin.” He cackles madly. “Oh yes, dis gonna be more torture den killin ya out right.” He draws out some strange looking skull and begins chanting. I try to break free of the spell holding me in place, but it is to strong. He laughs at me and holds the skull to me and the eyes glow red, with an inner scream my world goes black.
I woke to Spaz licking my face and the sound of rushing water. As I slowly opened my eyes and found that I was lieing next to a river, not far from the gates into Zul'aman. I wondered why I had not been killed. As I was pondering this thought I bent to take a drink from the river. I gasped at the face staring back at me. It wasnt mine, it wasnt even troll. I closed my eyes, hoping that it was some sort of left over magic from my encounter that was causing me to imagine things. When I opened them again to look at my reflection in the water once again I found it was all to true. I fell to my knees and let a great howl of anguish out. I had been turned into a goblin.
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May 28, 2010
Zul’aman. I have seen far to much of this place as of late. The presence of the evil that has been called upon here pushes down on me, even now after my foes have been vanquished. The sound of clanking armor draws me from my thoughts. A friendly hand comes to rest on my shoulder.
“Come Takaas, let us be gone from dis foul place.”
I stand and face my companion. “Ah can neva thank ya enough fer dis, Bimini. Ah had thought ah was goin to be lost in the darkness fer all eternity. Ya found how ta rescue me and it be a debt I can neva repay.”
She fold her arms acrossed her chest and gives me a stern look. “Ah be ya friend Takaas of da Revantusk tribe. Ah could do no less.” The look on her face softens. “Ah would not be much of a troll and friend if ah had left ya trapped within dat spell. Wit some assistance from Myrdoch ah managed tah find who had used de spell on ya and how ta reverse it.” She frowns and looks about the area where several now dead trolls lay. “Ah hate spillin troll blood as much as ya do, but dese Zul’aman trolls be an evil bunch and needed puttin down. If der death be de only way oh freein ya from da spell, den by dah gods I was gonnin be loppin off some heads!”
I lay my hand on her shoulder. “Ya be a true and loyal friend, Bimini of da Darkspear tribe.” I turn and look around the area again with a sigh. Then look back at Bimini. “Come let us be out of here, ah have been away from mah tribe for far to long.”
May 28, 2010
The hoot of an owl breaks through the night air as I stir the fire I've been napping by for
the past few hours. Spaz lays nearby, contently snoozing and dreaming of whatever hyenas dream of. After throwing a couple more pieces of wood on the fire I sit back down recline against the rock I've been using as a back rest.
As I sit looking into the fire and daydreaming I notice Spaz wake with a startle and look off into the woods, his nose twitching as he catches something scent in the air. He stands up and walks to the edge of the camp site, scanning the area as he goes.
Laughter then comes from the darkness and then a female voice. “There be no sneakin up on ya wit dat mongrel around, is der?” The figure steps into the campsite and Spaz nuzzles her hand for a pat.
She sits herself down acrossed from me at the camp fire and eyes me. “Ah came as soon as ah heard.” I look at her with a confused look on my face. “Heard what Bimini?” She stares back at me, sadness showing in her eyes. “As soon as ah heard dat de spell had reasserted itself on ya. I'm guessin by ya reaction dat ya not be rememberin tings right again.” I shake my head. “What do you mean remember things “right ?”
Bimini stands and looks off into the night sky, then sighs. When she looks back down on me I can still see the sadness in her eyes. “Ya used ta be like me, a troll. Not a Darkspear doh, one of de Revantusk tribe. One of the few Amani trolls who be remainin loyal to da Horde.”
I look at her suspciously and tap the side of my head. “I think ya been hit one to many times in the noggin there Bims.I am and have always been a goblin.” She stares down at me still looking like she has lost something prescious. “Ya was once a troll mon. Talk ta Myrdoch or any of de others ya be callin friends. Dey all tell ya da same ting.”
I lounge back against my rock. “I think you all have a few screws loose. As I said, I am and always will be a goblin. I think I would know if I had been something different.”
Bimini shakes her head sadly and sighs. “It bein just like before. Da spell be takin over and ya not be rememberin tings correctly. We had hoped ta return ya back to ya true form, but it looks as if da Takaas we be rememberin is gone.” I see a tear roll down her cheek as she turns and leaves the camp.
Spaz nuzzles my hand as I watch my friend leave and I wonder if she and the others will be ok. As I sit pondering this in the back of my mind I can hear a distant scream, as if someone were dieing.
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