"I bet I could beat this leaningfro mexpence. Where is he?" Winston punches the air and then again punches a tree. He then begins to shake his fist wildly about and screaming in pain.
Mantis looked horrified as Winston began throwing his precious toadstools. It had taken weeks of tracking to find even a single one, but then it hit him. The boy must be a little off himself. Pity then filled his eyes.
"Well, you just...um, enjoy yourself there my boy." Mantis sidled off and remounted his cart. What was the world coming to sending a poor retarded boy like that off into battle? He decided right then and there that he would stay close to Winston and protect him as best he could.
"If you ever need help Winston, just call for me, I'll be right there." With that Mantis closed his eyes again, hoping for another nap. Hoping, he thought, beyond all hope.
Tairne stands and sheaths his sword. He charges up to Winston and smacks him in the head with one hand and covers his mouth with the other. "Silence, fool! You know there is a war taking place? There could be demon scum wandering by anywhere and half of our camp is asleep! If you were my child I'd have half a mind to jam my horn right into your side!"
"Oi, there my little friend!" Mantis was standing on the cart now, looking almost directly into the eyes of...some kind of thing, with a horn.
"Where I come from we don't pester those of lesser mental capacity!" he yelled pointing at Winston. "Can't you tell he's mentally challenged?" Mantis was shaking his fist now, hopefully it would scare the thing away. "You are, awefully big, aren't you?"
Carloseus stares into the stars beyond the leaves of the trees around him, unable to sleep. He gets up, and goes over to Winston.
"Winston, that is your name yes? Stay with me, we can learn to fight together. I've been in some battles, killed a few men, but I was just making myself seem better for Cinara. These blades were forged for me, that is why they are much lighter for me only. I'll cover your back, you cover mine eh?"
"That sounds great!, but what should I cover your back with? Oh wait you mean to protect your back right?, wait then what about your front?, this is getting me very confused. You know what how about I just make sure you don't get killed? It's a lot simpler then covering your back."
Winston smiles at himself for finally reaching a decision.
"Sir Carloseus, I have not yet had the pleasure to speak with you. Take this one and keep an eye on him." Tairne shoves Winston forward to him. "He may be skilled but he has much to learn. I'm not that much of a teacher." He sits down and drinks from his cantene(sp? dont care :() "You have no need to shake your hand at me. It would appear I'm even more civilized than you. Treat me with respect and I will return it. Make fun of my size and I will throw your weight around along with my own."
"Yes friend, you defend me I'll defend you. Partners in battle, you will learn to not be so excited and shy once we are done with our first couple battles. Now if you excuse me, I must go sleep for I am weary."
Carloseus walks over back to sunk blades in tree trunks and finally fallsto sleep.
"I'm surrounded by idiots...erm not you I mean," he added to the horned thing. "I do apologize for sounding rude, but what, may I ask are you? I'm a Mantis by the way..." he said extending his hand.
Mantis looked about himself regarding everyone around him with disdain, even the little retarded boy Winston. And especially Chip. Yes, that's a fine name for that Carloseus person! Yes, Chip would do nicely.
"I'll have to watch all your backs, and after this battle is through, I'll talk to the man in charge about recruiting all these mentally handicapped people as fodder." He had not forgotten that he himself had claimed to be the leader just moments before, it was just common sense that these people had already forgotten what he had said.
"I am a Tauren. I come from the land of Mulgore in Kalimdor, of Azeroth.(Lots of adjectives i know o.o) I decend from a nomadic people. It is a heritage I never took to very much. I wanted to see the world beyond the war back home." He shakes his hand with is massive three fingered hand, literally engulfing it. "All is forgiven my friend, however, I feel we should be sombering down now. Most of our camp is asleep and I would hate to be a bother to them."
"Uh hello big tore in guy, but what does sombering mean? I'm not familiar with that big of a word, if you know what I mean." After getting his response, Winston takes out his sword and begins hacking at a nearby tree, at first it appears as if he is a master with such a sword, but then he somehow managed to stab himself in the foot. From the pain, he dropped his sword, but on his other foot this time. This led to much screaming of words that one does not generally hear in civilized society.
Mantis looked about the camp, nodding as he noted all the sleeping people. "I call this vengeance for what they did to me just moments before now." His eyes were gleaming now. "Do you know how noisy they all were up until now? My blood boils that they now sleep, while I am beset with this insomnia!"
Smiling evilly Mantis leans down towards the horned thing. "Will you help me Tauren? Help me exact my vengeance against those who have wronged us?" His eyes were flitting about now. "You know, I can sense their presence sometimes, like a looming danger. They are near, spying on us." Mantis motioned slightly towards some shadows off to the side of where Winston was hopping around in pain. "Right there, can you see the eyes? Nothing to worry about, just a scout for the fallen and too quick for the likes of us to catch or kill." His voice grew grim, "Know friend Tauren, we are being watched, will you help me exact my vengeance?"
Tairne charges up and smacks him again. "Sombering would mean to start to settle down for the night. Such as going to sleep. What kind of a fool are you to not know your own language as well as an immigrant such as myself. I swear I should.. urgh--" He stops and sighs. He takes the sword away from Winston and picks him up onto his shoulder. He carries him over and lays him on the ground in with the rest of the group. "Now go to sleep, let everyone else get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow." He says as he drops the sword back next to him and bandages up his feet. "Try not to be so clumsy.. or stupid."
He turns to Mantis. "I am not the vengeful type friend. We shall talk about it in the morn."
Now, the problem for Winston, was how he now had two injured feet and he had begun to hop around in pain, this pain was naturally, painful, for it forced him to keep his feet off the ground, now even the most coordinated people will not attempt a feat of this magnitude, but Winston was not coordinated, but he ended up attempting the feat nonetheless.
As Winston was hopping around in this awkward manner, there happened to be a protruding tree root in his path of which he hops. The combination of a completely uncoordinated person who is in great pain and a large tree root usually involve the person to trip. Now as Winston was approaching the root, he did not notice it for he was concentrating on attempting to quell the great pain in both his feet. He came upon the root and with a bit of luck he managed to miss it, without even realizing it was there. Unfortunately, there was another tree root beyond the root he had miraculously hopped over and he was not so fortunate to miss this one, though at the last second he did see it.
Tairne charges up and smacks him again. "Sombering would mean to start to settle down for the night. Such as going to sleep. What kind of a fool are you to not know your own language as well as an immigrant such as myself. I swear I should.. urgh--" He stops and sighs. He takes the sword away from Winston and picks him up onto his shoulder. He carries him over and lays him on the ground in with the rest of the group. "Now go to sleep, let everyone else get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow." He says as he drops the sword back next to him and bandages up his feet. "Try not to be so clumsy.. or stupid."
He turns to Mantis. "I am not the vengeful type friend. We shall talk about it in the morn."
"Yer chatterin' aes startin' tae wear on me nerves, me axe aes itchin' fer a skull or two an' I be nah likely tae stop aet" Thoradin mumbled.
"Indeed" replied Wulfgar "Less talking more fighting, Together let us carve a bloody path through or enemies, so that our names be written into the histories!!"
"Aye, noo this be more like aet" Thoradin replied.
"Master Dvarf, as much as I share your lust for battle, I zink it vould be vise to get some sleep, lest you become veary, und are unable to fight" Karl said.
"Hmph" snorted Thoradin. "But aef somethin' were tae attack durin' the night, ae'ds hate tae be left oot oof a bloody good fight".
While some slept, others remained vigilant. For tomorrow, they would reach the besieged city, and offer the much needed relief.
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"I see you, you damned hellspawn!" Mantis yelled at the top of his lungs. At the same time he threw one of his toadstools into the shadows of the treeline. There was a rustling as if something quick had just skittered away.
"Damn them back to hell," the swashbuckler spit. He didn't think whether or not it was a good idea to be yelling about hellspawn when so many warriors were on edge. None listened to him anyway, or understood what he was trying to say. He supposed he was just too smart for everyone here, especially considering the circumstances of their recruitment, retarded as they were. And worse there were more talking off to the side, and one was incredibly short.
"A dwarf!" Mantis pointed excitedly. "Yes, let us remain vigilant and not let our axes see the end of the spilling of blood!" He looked almost rediculous standing atop the cart, but perhaps he almost did resemble a leader preparing his troops for battle. Mantis fancied the latter of course.
"Whear did aet go?" asked Thoradin "Damn wee lil' beasty attack whial we were sleepin' aef ae find ye, ye bastard, ae'll be seein' wha' ye guts be lookin' like"
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Venexicus son of Venucious sat on a low tombstone, grumbling to himself. "Some quest this turned out to be," he mumbled rather inaudibly to a nearby skeleton who stood silently by. The skeleton just stared, blind without eyes, to where the voice had come from. "Oh what do you care?" said Venex, as he waved his hand dismissivly at the skeleton warrior. He tossed a rock up in the air and caught it in his hand.
"I mean, we've been waiting in this graveyard for thirteen hours now without so much as a stick-wielding whelp, not to mention this supposed 'army of heroes'. 'Heroes' indeed! How many of them have even fought in a battle before, I wonder?"
Suddenly, a small reddish creature darted past the cemetary walls. It jibbered slightly. "Eugh!" said the Necromancer to the skeleton. "Undead I can handle, but demons give me the creeps. What would you say that was, a little scout demon?" The skeleton looked at the man and, for a second, Venex thought he could see a look of annoyance on the blank skull. "Right," he said quickly. "You can't talk. Sorry."
"Oh well," he went on, "might as well get some rest. Do wake me if anything or anyone shows up. I really wouldn't want to miss the battle tomorrow."
The skeleton raised it's short scythe to it's head in salute before beginning a slow yet steady march around the perimiter.
The skeleton just looked at him again and rolled it's head. Venex guessed correctly that the summoned creature had had enough of his prodding today. One more jab, he though to himself. "Good night, Johnny!" He said, and rolled over onto the grassy grave. Perhaps the night would yield some fellow warriors...
"Surface dwellers can be so stupid" Baeithra Baenurden commented. "Talking to that pile of bones, Were it not already under your control, i would be tempted to turn it"
A faint sound is heard in the distance, those who are awke within the group, ready themselves for anything.
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"Well, you just...um, enjoy yourself there my boy." Mantis sidled off and remounted his cart. What was the world coming to sending a poor retarded boy like that off into battle? He decided right then and there that he would stay close to Winston and protect him as best he could.
"If you ever need help Winston, just call for me, I'll be right there." With that Mantis closed his eyes again, hoping for another nap. Hoping, he thought, beyond all hope.
Like a cat, tied to a stick
"Where I come from we don't pester those of lesser mental capacity!" he yelled pointing at Winston. "Can't you tell he's mentally challenged?" Mantis was shaking his fist now, hopefully it would scare the thing away. "You are, awefully big, aren't you?"
Like a cat, tied to a stick
"Winston, that is your name yes? Stay with me, we can learn to fight together. I've been in some battles, killed a few men, but I was just making myself seem better for Cinara. These blades were forged for me, that is why they are much lighter for me only. I'll cover your back, you cover mine eh?"
Winston smiles at himself for finally reaching a decision.
"Yes friend, you defend me I'll defend you. Partners in battle, you will learn to not be so excited and shy once we are done with our first couple battles. Now if you excuse me, I must go sleep for I am weary."
Carloseus walks over back to sunk blades in tree trunks and finally fallsto sleep.
Mantis looked about himself regarding everyone around him with disdain, even the little retarded boy Winston. And especially Chip. Yes, that's a fine name for that Carloseus person! Yes, Chip would do nicely.
"I'll have to watch all your backs, and after this battle is through, I'll talk to the man in charge about recruiting all these mentally handicapped people as fodder." He had not forgotten that he himself had claimed to be the leader just moments before, it was just common sense that these people had already forgotten what he had said.
Like a cat, tied to a stick
Smiling evilly Mantis leans down towards the horned thing. "Will you help me Tauren? Help me exact my vengeance against those who have wronged us?" His eyes were flitting about now. "You know, I can sense their presence sometimes, like a looming danger. They are near, spying on us." Mantis motioned slightly towards some shadows off to the side of where Winston was hopping around in pain. "Right there, can you see the eyes? Nothing to worry about, just a scout for the fallen and too quick for the likes of us to catch or kill." His voice grew grim, "Know friend Tauren, we are being watched, will you help me exact my vengeance?"
Like a cat, tied to a stick
He turns to Mantis. "I am not the vengeful type friend. We shall talk about it in the morn."
As Winston was hopping around in this awkward manner, there happened to be a protruding tree root in his path of which he hops. The combination of a completely uncoordinated person who is in great pain and a large tree root usually involve the person to trip. Now as Winston was approaching the root, he did not notice it for he was concentrating on attempting to quell the great pain in both his feet. He came upon the root and with a bit of luck he managed to miss it, without even realizing it was there. Unfortunately, there was another tree root beyond the root he had miraculously hopped over and he was not so fortunate to miss this one, though at the last second he did see it.
He turns to Mantis. "I am not the vengeful type friend. We shall talk about it in the morn."
"Yer chatterin' aes startin' tae wear on me nerves, me axe aes itchin' fer a skull or two an' I be nah likely tae stop aet" Thoradin mumbled.
"Indeed" replied Wulfgar "Less talking more fighting, Together let us carve a bloody path through or enemies, so that our names be written into the histories!!"
"Aye, noo this be more like aet" Thoradin replied.
"Master Dvarf, as much as I share your lust for battle, I zink it vould be vise to get some sleep, lest you become veary, und are unable to fight" Karl said.
"Hmph" snorted Thoradin. "But aef somethin' were tae attack durin' the night, ae'ds hate tae be left oot oof a bloody good fight".
While some slept, others remained vigilant. For tomorrow, they would reach the besieged city, and offer the much needed relief.
"Damn them back to hell," the swashbuckler spit. He didn't think whether or not it was a good idea to be yelling about hellspawn when so many warriors were on edge. None listened to him anyway, or understood what he was trying to say. He supposed he was just too smart for everyone here, especially considering the circumstances of their recruitment, retarded as they were. And worse there were more talking off to the side, and one was incredibly short.
"A dwarf!" Mantis pointed excitedly. "Yes, let us remain vigilant and not let our axes see the end of the spilling of blood!" He looked almost rediculous standing atop the cart, but perhaps he almost did resemble a leader preparing his troops for battle. Mantis fancied the latter of course.
Like a cat, tied to a stick
"Whear did aet go?" asked Thoradin "Damn wee lil' beasty attack whial we were sleepin' aef ae find ye, ye bastard, ae'll be seein' wha' ye guts be lookin' like"
"I mean, we've been waiting in this graveyard for thirteen hours now without so much as a stick-wielding whelp, not to mention this supposed 'army of heroes'. 'Heroes' indeed! How many of them have even fought in a battle before, I wonder?"
Suddenly, a small reddish creature darted past the cemetary walls. It jibbered slightly. "Eugh!" said the Necromancer to the skeleton. "Undead I can handle, but demons give me the creeps. What would you say that was, a little scout demon?" The skeleton looked at the man and, for a second, Venex thought he could see a look of annoyance on the blank skull. "Right," he said quickly. "You can't talk. Sorry."
"Oh well," he went on, "might as well get some rest. Do wake me if anything or anyone shows up. I really wouldn't want to miss the battle tomorrow."
The skeleton raised it's short scythe to it's head in salute before beginning a slow yet steady march around the perimiter.
"You know saluting isn't really necessary, Johnny."
The skeleton just looked at him again and rolled it's head. Venex guessed correctly that the summoned creature had had enough of his prodding today. One more jab, he though to himself. "Good night, Johnny!" He said, and rolled over onto the grassy grave. Perhaps the night would yield some fellow warriors...
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"Surface dwellers can be so stupid" Baeithra Baenurden commented. "Talking to that pile of bones, Were it not already under your control, i would be tempted to turn it"
A faint sound is heard in the distance, those who are awke within the group, ready themselves for anything.