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It came from the Green Marsh: Act 1
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Atik
The day wasn’t so strange. It was a rather ordinary day for the Swamp of Sorrows. The sun broke through the marsh’s canopy; coating everything in an eerie green. The water, the trees, the sky: all a sickly green in color. And that scared the small gnome.
The Alliance convoy moved slowly; not used to traversing swamps. They understood they were in Horde territory, not far from Stonard. The silence only added to the gnome’s fear as he carried a massive pack of supplies. The small container jingled on its belt; a chunk of eradiated metal held within for study.
Deep water, up to the knees of the humans, practically submerged the gnome suddenly. It coughed on its way out of the water, continuing on with the jingling suddenly put to a stop. Had the gnome turned its head even a degree, it would have seen a snake-like head that had nearly been atop the convoy as they passed through the water. But it had found an entirely different meal.
***
The cataclysm rocked the world, shook it to the core. Azeroth had changed forever. But, there were some areas where work couldn’t stop for a simple earthquake or dragon.
Stonard had always been such a place. Men and women of the Horde worked hard to maintain their way of life there. One orc held a large tree segment over his shoulders; making his way to the lumber mill. He was large; towering over most others in the town and best described by his rippling and defined muscles. He had no shirt, overheating too quickly as the sun beat off his dark green skin. His pants stopped short and were patched wildly, sandals sitting on his feet.
The person awaiting him inside the lumber mill was a tauren female. She was rather slim for her race; a button up shirt covering her rather impressive bust, but still revealing a teasing amount with the top buttons undone. A single large earing hanged from one of her ears. She had no horns and her hair was done into two braids which fell gracefully over her shoulders. She smiled and stood as the orc entered, moving over and assisting him with the massive tree.
In the inn of Stonard, an entirely different moment was playing out. Upstairs was a grouping of far more varied races. There was a troll, a long-barreled rifle set in his hands, a forsaken, with the filter portion of a gas mask covering his mouth, and several other orcs, trolls, and goblins. The troll spoke of some sort of ‘hunt.’
“I be sure some o’ joo ‘ave ‘ome lookin’ for a ‘eal hun’.” The troll spoke, gesturing to the forsaken. “Bu’ me frien’ Roga’ shall be ‘ellin joo otherwise I be afrai’”
The forsaken, Roger, nodded. “Indeed…” He began, pulling his gas mask down around his neck. His mouth was hideous; sliced ear to ear with his chin missing a large chunk which revealed the bone underneath. “We have received reports that multiple new species have arose in the Swamp of Sorrows. We are here to discover and document them.” While some of the room remained quiet, many of the guests erupted with rage.
“No one be forcin’ ye all to ‘ay ‘ere mons.” The troll interjected, raising his voice. “If ye no be wan’in ta do dis, ‘en leave!” At his command, much of the room left, taking any anger with them. Roger let out a sigh as very few remained.
“Thank you to those that stayed.” The undead said, pulling the gas mask back over his face. Of the remaining, he took quick note of a goblin woman who nodded. He nodded back, smiling under his mask.
***
The large orc, Brick, sat at the table in the back of the lumber mill. It was his kitchen… well, his and the tauren’s. Dianna was her name, and she was soon strolling in with two plates of food and cups of tea. Brick nodded, smiling as she set down his food. “Anything interesting happen?” She asked him, sitting down.
Brick shrugged. “Not really. That group showed up and asked where the inn was.” He replied.
Deep in the swamp, Roger and his group made their way through the green waters. The only one not with them was the troll who had remained behind in Stonard. Roger stopped for a moment, realizing something was wrong.
For at least twenty yards in front of where his hunting party stood, trees were knocked over and burned to the ground. The ground had been pushed down, overlapping footprints moving in all directions.
“What could have done this?” The goblin woman asked.
Roger shook briefly, lost in though and fear. “I… have no idea…” He finally stated.
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Atik
Author Notes
*So here it is, the start of my kaiju fic. I decided to split it up a bit. Don't expect more than 4 acts.
*Holy Cameos batman! Ths story aims to do quite a bit with Roger and Brick both.
*And yes, I want my Tauren female character to be attractive. Sue me.
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*music starts to play*
Let's see what's next!
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