"Argh!, Come on legs and lift my feet!", I groaned. It had been a day and a half since I retrieved the message from that troll and I hadn't so much as stopped to catch my breath since learning of its contents. By now my armor had begun to loosen and slide due to excessive sweat, my feet bled in my boots, my bear foamed as if he'd been chewing a bar of soap, I knew I had to stop. I found a cluster of rocks near a stream and decided it would do just fine. As my bear drank water and caught his breath, I built a small fire and stripped off my armor to dry it...
I reached in my pack, grabbed my last chunk of jerky and a few apples. I tossed some to Trommy and began gnawing on a piece myself, not the best on earth by far but good enough to keep the wolves away. Wrapped in my blanket I leaned against Trommy, stuck my feet close to the fire and decided I should make the most of this stop and catch a short nap while my armor continued drying. Wouldn't you know it, no sooner had I closed my eyes when I heard the sound of a twig snapping... Something or someone was on me...
Quickly going over my options and formulating a plan, I grimaced when I noticed my bow and quiver next to my armor on the otherside of the fire. My axe remained in my belt next to my cloak, what a fool I was to be so far removed from friendly terrain and allow myself to become so far removed from my wares! All I had was my dagger which I had used to cut an apple. Now what was this that would surely attempt to surprise me any minute?...
"HAIL DWARF! REACH FOR YOUR BOW AND FEEL MY HOOF!", I heard bellowing from behind me. I stood and saw a thick pair of hairy legs, as I looked up I saw that they were attached to a massive chest, four hooves and a snotty snout. "Damn Tauren! If you weren't so delicious I'd rid Azeroth of you all!", I remarked. That earned a heated snort and the tip of a spear pushed into my ribs. (It was nice to see that this one would be easy to get at I told myself.)
"I am Tamo of the Great Bluff and this is Bos Anjou of the Barren Lands. We are gathering maps for the High Council and YOU are OUR prisoner!" belched the loudmouth. "Leave now and let me be on my way. I won't follow you and your lives will be spared", I told them. "AHH HA HA HA! You have already lost little one!", Tamo replied. Not wanting to waste my breath on a long discussion, I took on stoneform and lept into action...
I dropped my blanket, jumped and grabbed Tamo by his one unbroken horn, I shoved my dagger beneath his neck and wrenched his head down with all of my weight. Seeing him drop at my feet, Bos gave a great roar and swiftly found Tamo's spare thrown down his throat pinning him to the trunk of a great tree. In a fit of rage, I relieved the two beasts of their nose rings. After all, they would add a bit more 'umphf' to my story when told at the tavern.
Though I had barely gotten to rest, I knew I had to get moving, the information contained in the message was too great to risk losing. As I dressed in my armor and grabbed my gear, I watched Trommy delight in the bounty of cow flesh at his feet. I smiled and thought of how nice it would be to to sit down to a thick steak, but what is a steak without lager and the thought of eating Tauren had long ago lost its appeal since the days of the year long raid. (But that is a different story.)
The sun was thinking of setting again and I had atleast two more days until I could even get to a gryphon for a ride to Ironforge. I let out an exhausted breath and once again beat my feet in the service of the Alliance...
I reached in my pack, grabbed my last chunk of jerky and a few apples. I tossed some to Trommy and began gnawing on a piece myself, not the best on earth by far but good enough to keep the wolves away. Wrapped in my blanket I leaned against Trommy, stuck my feet close to the fire and decided I should make the most of this stop and catch a short nap while my armor continued drying. Wouldn't you know it, no sooner had I closed my eyes when I heard the sound of a twig snapping... Something or someone was on me...
Quickly going over my options and formulating a plan, I grimaced when I noticed my bow and quiver next to my armor on the otherside of the fire. My axe remained in my belt next to my cloak, what a fool I was to be so far removed from friendly terrain and allow myself to become so far removed from my wares! All I had was my dagger which I had used to cut an apple. Now what was this that would surely attempt to surprise me any minute?...
"HAIL DWARF! REACH FOR YOUR BOW AND FEEL MY HOOF!", I heard bellowing from behind me. I stood and saw a thick pair of hairy legs, as I looked up I saw that they were attached to a massive chest, four hooves and a snotty snout. "Damn Tauren! If you weren't so delicious I'd rid Azeroth of you all!", I remarked. That earned a heated snort and the tip of a spear pushed into my ribs. (It was nice to see that this one would be easy to get at I told myself.)
"I am Tamo of the Great Bluff and this is Bos Anjou of the Barren Lands. We are gathering maps for the High Council and YOU are OUR prisoner!" belched the loudmouth. "Leave now and let me be on my way. I won't follow you and your lives will be spared", I told them. "AHH HA HA HA! You have already lost little one!", Tamo replied. Not wanting to waste my breath on a long discussion, I took on stoneform and lept into action...
I dropped my blanket, jumped and grabbed Tamo by his one unbroken horn, I shoved my dagger beneath his neck and wrenched his head down with all of my weight. Seeing him drop at my feet, Bos gave a great roar and swiftly found Tamo's spare thrown down his throat pinning him to the trunk of a great tree. In a fit of rage, I relieved the two beasts of their nose rings. After all, they would add a bit more 'umphf' to my story when told at the tavern.
Though I had barely gotten to rest, I knew I had to get moving, the information contained in the message was too great to risk losing. As I dressed in my armor and grabbed my gear, I watched Trommy delight in the bounty of cow flesh at his feet. I smiled and thought of how nice it would be to to sit down to a thick steak, but what is a steak without lager and the thought of eating Tauren had long ago lost its appeal since the days of the year long raid. (But that is a different story.)
The sun was thinking of setting again and I had atleast two more days until I could even get to a gryphon for a ride to Ironforge. I let out an exhausted breath and once again beat my feet in the service of the Alliance...
