Jayoba and Rumn.

[jayoba]

((Yep, I have, at long last, gotten around to re-writing this. And bear with me, since the last boards were wiped and I did not save my backround story, there will be rather large differences in the story itself.))

Anger was all he felt, anger and rage at the fools that stood before him. He did not know why he fought them, other than that they had encroached on his tribes ancestral homeland, which was reason enough to kill any thinking creature. He was a Bloodscalp, and any fool who stood upon his land without permision of the elders would die, as these humans were. He never thought about the men that fell before him, he didn't care about them, he was lost in the red haze, all that mattered was their deaths.

He was covered from head to toe in the sweet red ichor that was their blood, their pathetic lives. Jayoba lunged at another cowering human, he batted away the mans hands and thrust his mouth to the mans throat, and ripped a hole in it. He thrust away the quivering man and let his life-blood ebb from the wound, and went in search of another victim. All around him his fellow tribes-men were doing similar, gory work. The Humans had never stood a chance, and it was wonderous.

Jayoba thrust his spear into the back of a running woman, and instead of pulling the weapon out, he let go as she doubled over, and drew a pair of axes, throwing one at a nearby human, and drawing the other up to block a wayword blow from a shovel. He quickly spun under the shovel itself and smacked his axe head into the gut of his assailent. And he moved on.

Now weaponless Jayoba seemed an easy target for a nearby human, and the man swung awkwardly with a short sword at him. Jayoba dodged the blow, jumped closer to the man, smacked his extended forearem with his fist, making the man drop the weapon, and grabbed savegly at his face. The human quailed as the hand grasped his jaw and kicked out at the Troll, who accepted the slight hit to his leg with a snarl. Jayoba flung the man down onto the ground and split his skull open with a nearby rock.

Jayoba looked around at the other Trolls visciously attacking the few remaining humans and grinned. As he turned he saw another Troll, his brother Urahj, slice at the guts of two attacking men with his long, curving blades, drop them, and sheathe his swords in one fluid motion. Jayoba smiled all the more. Urahj looked around and turned to Jayoba, a beastial grin enveloping his face.

"Bruddah!" Urahj called to him. "De elda's will be pleased wit owa' parteh! Mebbeh we gets special honors fo' dis'n!"

"Ches." Jayoba replied more calmy. "Chu go an collects de 'eads now bruddah. An get anneh of owa' wounded bruddah's an' sista's some 'elp from de Shaman."

Urahj nodded quickly and went off to work, barking orders at other Trolls and snapping the necks of the wounded Humans. Jayoba looked over the small battle field and watched the trees of the surrounding jungle warily. After a short time all of the heads were rounded up, the wounded were cared for, and the party of twelve was forming up to move.

Urahj walked up beside Jayoba, and grunted.

"De parteh readeh ta move, Jayoba. Wha' chur o'dahs?" Urahj asked quickly.

"We's goin' ta Zul' Kunda."
((Of course there will be more later, when I get around to it. <.< >.>))

[jawaa]

*sits quietly, waiting for the tale to continue*

[jayoba]

((And so the saga continues with our blumbering hero in the midst of a town! What will he do? Will large bats eat his eyes? Will he be chased around by a flock of angry geese? Will I continue the story instead of making up random things to happen to our blumbering hero? One of the above shall indeed happen!))

Jayoba walked calmly down the streets of the ruined city of Zul'Kunda, the blood beggining to dry and flake off of his blue-green skin and green hair. He glanced around at the crowds of Trolls in the streets walking to and fro from whatever the buisness of the day was.

Zul'Kunda must have been a sight in it's day, but even now, in it's state of disrepair it was a grand city. The stones were overgrown with vines and moss, and the buildings were not more that stone walls with animal skin roofs. But to Jayoba it seemed perfect, the city seemed to blend with the jungle and yet it stood out. Even though he was whelped here, and had spent most of his life here, Jayoba could not help but be awed by the massive complex of winding stone streets and green jungle. He walked calmly toward the center of the city, where a giant dias stood, elevated above the rest of the city so that all could see it.

Jayoba looked over to his brother who, like him, was looking around in partial awe at the city. As the party wandered through the streets, the crowds looked at them, covered in blood as they were. Several of the crowds saluted them and cheered at their gory forms. Jayoba grinned through it and continued on his way to the dias.

"Jayoba..." Urahj began slowly.
"Cha?"
"Why de whole parteh comin' to de temple?"
"Why shouldn't dey?"
"De Elda's won' lahk it..." Urahj seemed to quite down after mentioning the Elders. Everyone knew not to bring their wrath upon themselves, and it was a break in tradition for any but the leaders of a hunting party to report any occurences during the party's rounds.
"Fine, fine." Jayoba sighed, not really caring one way or the other. And he turned around when they reached the gates that led to the stairs up to the dias.

"Okeh, chu all knows de drill. Onleh meh an Urahj goes up anneh furtha'. Go off to chur familehs, or ta chur slavin', whatevah chu do." Several of the party gave a wry smile and the group dissolved, it's members walking off in several directions, leaving Jayoba and Urahj standing before the gates.
"Okeh, chu 'appeh now bruddah?"
Urahj chuckled. "Cha, le's get dis ova' wit."
"Mah tinkin' exactleh." Jayoba grinned.

Jayoba and Urahj ascended the stairs and nodded to the guards at every turn. Eventually they reached the dias itself and marveled at it. There was a great Bonfire in the center and all around the perimiter there were small huts, painted on all sides with strange markings and patterns. On the far end of the dias, where the mountains of northern Stranglethorn began, the largest building stood carved into the rock face. Jayoba and Urahj walked toward that building, passing several painted and well-dressed Trolls, all of them wearing ceremonial robes of some kind.

As Jayoba and Urahj approached the entrance to the temple, a large Troll with bright red hair, and dark blue skin stood before them.

"What buisness do you have within the temple of Zul'Kunda?" The troll asked in the ancient tongue.

"My brother and i wish to appraise the old one on some happenings during our patrol of the outer reaches of our territory." Jayoba replied, and both he and Urahj bowed low.

The large Troll grunted in an affirmative manner and stood out of their path. They entered the main chamber of the temple, a grand room with bonfires on all sides and an alter nead the far end with a tunnel leading deeper inside. A soft, gutteral chanting could be heard from within and the room was bathed in a deep blood-red glow.

"What do you have to report?" A great voice boomed from all around them.
"Humans near our borders, and Skullplitters scouting inside." Jayoba replied to the voice.
"And...?" The voice insisted.
"That is all, great one." Jayoba said and bowed low.
"Good. Now return to your lives. This new could be of import, and you nor your party are required to go on hunting duty for the rest of the moon." The voice boomed dismissevly.

Jayoba and Urahj made their way back down to the bazzar and back to their respective huts, not speaking much and walking briskly to rest for the night.

[jayoba]

Jayoba's dreams that night were not his own. He watched as his vision zoomed through a dusty, grassy plains and into a deep, dark, haunting forest. He watched as a pack of ghostly white wolves walked across a ridge and into a small opening in the face of the nearby mountains.

At the back of the pack, Jayoba saw an old, frail, and obviously diseased wolf, all of it's lower jaw was rotting, and some of it's side seemed to be falling off as well. The poor beasts eyes seemed to blink between an unearthy green glow, and the natural pale blue of it's kin.

Jayoba watched, enthralled, as Elves, not high Elves, but dark, and haughty Elves with glowing, malice-filled eyes, climbed out from all around. Twelve of them he silently counted, each with a sword, dagger, and a bow. Jayoba watched silently as the diseased wolf stood outside the cave entrance, and lifted it's head before an arrow sprouted from his forehead between the two eyes.

The wolf dropped silently, not even able to yip in alarm. And he watched as they entered the den silently, each with their melee weapons in hand, and he listened as several small yips and growls of pain could be heard. He watched as a single, wounded wolf hobbled out of the den, blood covering it's body and a nasty gash deep in it's side.

Jayoba watched as all twelve Elves walked calmly out of the den, and as one tossed his knife into the wounded wolf's side, dropping it with a yelp.

And then deep within Jayoba's mind, a voice with such power and ferocity behind it that it cowed him completely boomed at him.

"They slaughtered us! For the fault of one! We were d**ned for something beyond our controll!"

Jayoba felt himself reeling, if that were even possible in this dream realm, and his mind throbbed from the obvious hate in the voice.

"You have been chosen, whelp! You will bring my vengeance upon the Elves. You will be the avatar of my rage!"

Jayoba felt himself falling, his head pounding, and he felt weak. So very weak.