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The adventures of Ker'za Mudfoot
By: Bear Date: May 27, 2013, 2:45 am
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Though night had just fallen, the faint bit of sunlight slowly
fading from the blackened sky, Ker'za could not wait for the sun
to rise already. Between the heavily heated air and the
stickiness of Stranglethorn, no one could blame the overly tired
and over-worked troll. Even for someone who was used to being
stuck in places like this did not make it any more easier, the
mud, the insects, even the local wildlife, this was just utter
hell for someone who was wounded. The possibility of infection
was always a worry, or if he caught fever while healing...
This was just not a good day, Ker'za decided. In fact, it was a
terrible one. Not only had he been left behind by his squad, he
had to fight tusk and blade against an overly vicious warrior,
likely the strongest one he had ever faced. No matter where he
struck with his daggers, the warrior always seemed to know just
how to turn to narrowly avoid something fatal, or to avoid
getting knocked off balance. Ker'za was just no match for such a
monster of man, that was saying a lot considering how fearless
Ker'za was. Sucking in a sharply pained breath, Ker'za finally
manages to roll over in the mud he had managed to hide himself
in. The lean muscled troll suppresses a groan from escaping from
between his dry and cracked blue lips, teeth clenched tightly.
Though covered in mud, blood ran freely from his many wounds.
His right forearm was shreaded to near bits, small flashes of
white able to be seen through the mud, torn flesh and muscle.
All over his chest were various small cuts and gashes of a blade
barely dodged, though the worst of all the wounds was the one
strained painfully across his right leg. The mud had not done
even a slight bit of justice to try and hide this grievous hurt.
Skin was torn from muscle, muscle from bone, the bone snapped
crudely and unevenly. The warrior had done a real number on this
rogue, still amazed at how he had even managed to get away with
his leg in a condition like it was. It was broken with a good
bit of skin and muscle shredded away from it, torn to bits. But
at this point, covered in mud with the scent of rain on its way,
Ker'za couldn't even start to fathom anything past the
debilitating agony it was causing. It burned, stung, throbbed,
ached, all at once. All he could even manage was to remain on
his side after all the effort it took to get to the slumped over
position in the underbrush. None of his other wounds even
compared to the constant throb and stab of of leg, even with the
slightest motion it felt like it was slowly being ripped into
all over again! Ker'za finally relaxes slightly as he feels the
faint feeling of the rain drop onto his skin from beneath the
leafs he was under. The rain was cooling against his heated and
beaten flesh. With the mud slowly being rinsed away by the
chilled rain, dark, black bruises could be seen all over his
frame, on his face, now apparent that a tusk had been broken off
at some point during the skirmish. His bright orange hair was
still pulled back into a knotted mess of braids coated in a mess
of blood and mud.
In one last attempt to try and move himself back a bit more, a
loud pained cry escapes him, jerking just the wrong way to
slightly twist his snapped limb. The sound echoes in the now
rain-filled night, the only thing aside from the consistent
drops of rain. The trolls head finally finds itself resting
heavily against his bloodied arm, those brilliant yellow eyes
slowly closing as a soft and utterly exhausted sigh escapes him.
Unable to fight anymore, unable to even keep his unfocused eyes
open, his body nearly numb aside from his leg... Ker'za gave
into forced slumber. Bleeding out and having been awake and
fighting for the past day or so would do that to anyone. Leaving
him there in the thin underbrush, soaked now mostly by the rain
and his own blood... open to any unsuspecting foe that may find
him and put him out of his misery.
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But no one was that lucky, ever. Especially not Ker'za the
'Unlucky'. It was a name that had been given to him by many, as
it seemed fitting. He had just utterly terrible luck. But was he
extremely unlucky, or actually very lucky in just more subtle
ways? Only the titans knew of such things, and they never liked
to divulge on their secrets often. Not even a full ten feet away
from the troll trying to sleep would be a heavily set looking
human male clad in a thin pair of well worn leather pants and a
quite old looking pair of knitted sandals that barely fit his
feet. He was tanned, even in the bit of light it was easy to
tell. He was easily someone pointed out as a warrior, arms thick
and roped with muscle from constant use and training daily.
Scars littered all over his chest and arms, one even digging
from his right eye down the left side of his neck.
(( Will be adding to this constantly. So. Yeah. ))
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