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Me iz hungree...Oh..dat a big watur, gut fishee in itz!
Tro plaay en git fishee weeeee!
The bumbling half-orc female strips down to her skivvies and hurls herself like a cannon ball into the lake, stunning forlorn fish and near by wildlife, alike...
*SPULAAAAASH*
A small tidal wave ensues, as some fish float to the surface, no longer moving...
HAWW HAWW HAWWW!!!! HUH YAAAAAH!
she woops, as she flounders about...then realizing, it was been quite awhile since she's taken a bath, she decides to wash her mangy hair and armpits...noticing her 'flower' is floating off in the water, she grabs the poison ivy quickly and stuffs it behind her massive ear...followed by a vigorous scratching much like a dog...
Hmmm...mabee Tro wush hur Bonk-stick...tu...
she reaches for her huge metal club, that is encrusted with dried clots of blood and flesh, and some speckles of bone matter, remnants from some foolish bandits who tried..to no avail, to kill Tro while she was singing (in her small mind it was singing, but sounded more like a yowling tomcat dying horribly) merrily as she traveled along the road late at night....
her muscles ripple up and down her back, shoulders and arms as she clubs the water like a child with her huge warmace...
As she splishes and spalshes about, she is oblivious to a shadowy dark Hooman observing her with a bemused smile on his face...he slowly, but purposely, and noisily approaches her watery revelry...She looks up with piercing blue eyes, and tilts her huge head and smiles up stupidly..
Hulloz....Me Trodoula....
"hello, I'm Azaroth Incubus"
Az.......the name slightly registers..and then...she timidly asks...
Ass... be Tro'z Frend?
She more understands his response, physically, rather than his words...that he agrees...because he isn't attacking her....
Filled with GLEE....she yells out a cry of sheer happiness and victory of finding a friend....HUH YAAAAH!
and storms out of the water, warmace in tow towards the hapless Hooman...
He cringes with fear, not knowing if these will be the last moments before he will finally meet TEMPUS face to face....
but instead of becoming yet another victim, like the last 13 bandits Tro encountered...he finds himself engulfed within massively muscular arms, being happily crushed with vigor...
TRO GUT A FREND!!!....
...realizing that Az is gasping for air, Tro quickly drops him into a heap...
and with that...a bond is formed....
Tro plaay en git fishee weeeee!
The bumbling half-orc female strips down to her skivvies and hurls herself like a cannon ball into the lake, stunning forlorn fish and near by wildlife, alike...
*SPULAAAAASH*
A small tidal wave ensues, as some fish float to the surface, no longer moving...
HAWW HAWW HAWWW!!!! HUH YAAAAAH!
she woops, as she flounders about...then realizing, it was been quite awhile since she's taken a bath, she decides to wash her mangy hair and armpits...noticing her 'flower' is floating off in the water, she grabs the poison ivy quickly and stuffs it behind her massive ear...followed by a vigorous scratching much like a dog...
Hmmm...mabee Tro wush hur Bonk-stick...tu...
she reaches for her huge metal club, that is encrusted with dried clots of blood and flesh, and some speckles of bone matter, remnants from some foolish bandits who tried..to no avail, to kill Tro while she was singing (in her small mind it was singing, but sounded more like a yowling tomcat dying horribly) merrily as she traveled along the road late at night....
her muscles ripple up and down her back, shoulders and arms as she clubs the water like a child with her huge warmace...
As she splishes and spalshes about, she is oblivious to a shadowy dark Hooman observing her with a bemused smile on his face...he slowly, but purposely, and noisily approaches her watery revelry...She looks up with piercing blue eyes, and tilts her huge head and smiles up stupidly..
Hulloz....Me Trodoula....
"hello, I'm Azaroth Incubus"
Az.......the name slightly registers..and then...she timidly asks...
Ass... be Tro'z Frend?
She more understands his response, physically, rather than his words...that he agrees...because he isn't attacking her....
Filled with GLEE....she yells out a cry of sheer happiness and victory of finding a friend....HUH YAAAAH!
and storms out of the water, warmace in tow towards the hapless Hooman...
He cringes with fear, not knowing if these will be the last moments before he will finally meet TEMPUS face to face....
but instead of becoming yet another victim, like the last 13 bandits Tro encountered...he finds himself engulfed within massively muscular arms, being happily crushed with vigor...
TRO GUT A FREND!!!....
...realizing that Az is gasping for air, Tro quickly drops him into a heap...
and with that...a bond is formed....