Mean, green, and reasonably clean.
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:33 pm
Arriving at the open lands surrounding Trollsbane -A few days after the first assault- Rukka frowns.
"Wub Habbun here?" she grumbles to herself, wishing she still held a weapon. With caution she makes her way into the actual town, still ready to strike at whatever lies within, sword or no sword, she still had armour.
As she carefully makes her way inside she walks past the makeshift battlements.
Suddenly a pitchfork is lunged in her direction, reacting with a grunt Rukka hops aside and quickly counters this rather desperate move by grabbing the tool's shaft and pulling it back past her, and out the hands of her attacker.
Grunting again she uses her orcish strength to knock one of the stacked barrels of dirt over, resulting in a loud yell from a peasants mouth. The orcess turns the pitchfork around and gets on top of one of the remaining barrels, pointing the makeshift weapon at him.
"Nubba do dat!" she yells at the squished human. "Nubba move, or meh stick dis in joo face!" after which she jumps down on the other side and kicks the barrel off the humans legs.
The peasant crawled back somewhat "Please, no, don't kill me! I thought you were a Salkamarian!"
"Hur? Rukka look oomie to joo!? HUR!?"
The peasant quickly shakes his head, alive and intending to keep it that way. "No no no, ofcourse not! I just!"
"Joo just tell Rukka wub happun here!" Rukka interrupted, moving the pitchfork closer toward him.
The peasant's eyes grow big as he sees the nearing steel, looking up at it's wielder he begs:"No! Please, have mercy!"
"ANSWUR RUKKA!"
"T...the Salkamarians... they, they attacked! I, I don't know why!" came from his mouth fearfully.
Rukka withdraws the farm tool and takes a step back. "Joo lucky deh snow, uddarwise joo no legs, now geb up!"
The peasant quickly scribbles up, though clearly in pain his legs don't seem to be broken.
He looks at Rukka with big eyes and slowly backs up.
Rukka offers him his pitchfork back and nods at him.
Looking between it and her for a moment he quickly grabbed it and ran off despite his legs.
"Could atleast hab a tank joos..." she mumbles while he runs.
Now Rukka makes her way further into the town, trying to find some further information about what exactly happened and find some old friends or new allies, but already she had decided that she didn't like this Salkamarian army invading what she remembered to be a town of the free.
"Wub Habbun here?" she grumbles to herself, wishing she still held a weapon. With caution she makes her way into the actual town, still ready to strike at whatever lies within, sword or no sword, she still had armour.
As she carefully makes her way inside she walks past the makeshift battlements.
Suddenly a pitchfork is lunged in her direction, reacting with a grunt Rukka hops aside and quickly counters this rather desperate move by grabbing the tool's shaft and pulling it back past her, and out the hands of her attacker.
Grunting again she uses her orcish strength to knock one of the stacked barrels of dirt over, resulting in a loud yell from a peasants mouth. The orcess turns the pitchfork around and gets on top of one of the remaining barrels, pointing the makeshift weapon at him.
"Nubba do dat!" she yells at the squished human. "Nubba move, or meh stick dis in joo face!" after which she jumps down on the other side and kicks the barrel off the humans legs.
The peasant crawled back somewhat "Please, no, don't kill me! I thought you were a Salkamarian!"
"Hur? Rukka look oomie to joo!? HUR!?"
The peasant quickly shakes his head, alive and intending to keep it that way. "No no no, ofcourse not! I just!"
"Joo just tell Rukka wub happun here!" Rukka interrupted, moving the pitchfork closer toward him.
The peasant's eyes grow big as he sees the nearing steel, looking up at it's wielder he begs:"No! Please, have mercy!"
"ANSWUR RUKKA!"
"T...the Salkamarians... they, they attacked! I, I don't know why!" came from his mouth fearfully.
Rukka withdraws the farm tool and takes a step back. "Joo lucky deh snow, uddarwise joo no legs, now geb up!"
The peasant quickly scribbles up, though clearly in pain his legs don't seem to be broken.
He looks at Rukka with big eyes and slowly backs up.
Rukka offers him his pitchfork back and nods at him.
Looking between it and her for a moment he quickly grabbed it and ran off despite his legs.
"Could atleast hab a tank joos..." she mumbles while he runs.
Now Rukka makes her way further into the town, trying to find some further information about what exactly happened and find some old friends or new allies, but already she had decided that she didn't like this Salkamarian army invading what she remembered to be a town of the free.