I looked up from my strand of reeds and…

…sighed for the fourth time this afternoon. I shook my head in resignation as the fledgling hero pranced through Elywyn Forest in his ill fitting gear.

I turned away, content that his warrior aggressions were not directed toward me and resumed prying open a very important clam. “Nothing beats fresh clams”, I thought, as I heard the satisfying pop of the shell between my slimy, green scaled hands.

Just as I was about to devour my freshly claimed prize a blunt sword dashed the shell from my hands and sent my snack spinning away onto the banks of the lake where those stupid wolves are always shitting.

“Damn it…”, I muttered under my breath.

“Look”,  I said to the warrior as he brandished his weapon for another strike, “you see that hut over there? I’m about to call over fifty other murlocs to rape you if you hit me with that sword.”

The warrior’s eyes went wide with fright and fury as he heard, “MURGGLRG-LRGLRGLRGLRGRR!!” and he swatted me across the side of my fishy head with the flat of  his blade.

Being no inexperienced warrior in my own right I should have expected no less from the dimwitted warrior, but my optimistic personality often gets the better of me.

I quickly leaped up and disarmed the warrior with little more than a show of snaggle-teeth and a swipe of a claw and then called over a few of my friends for a “Murloc-Pile-on-the-Human”.

We shared a few minutes of gurgling laughs at the warrior’s expense before rolling off the pile and my friends started shuffling off. I stood over the warrior chuckling as he shamefacedly arose from the shallow water, moustaches and goatee dripping muddy water looking not quite unlike a drowned gnoll.

to be continued…

~ by Dalansia on March 31, 2009.