[ooc]I came across this while looking for tales to put in \'The Book\' and couldn\'t resist... Sorry Kuiper.[ooc]
Mogura fighting a?.what?!
by Arnigus Faymor
*Arnigus walks from the back of Kada?s tavern, his face white with indignation*
I have a terrible disservice to report to you, my fellow folks and Sheeples. I was just going to use the restrooms and accidentally mistook the Kran?s room for the Gentalmen?s room. Though the Kran?s room is nicer and has a bigger window and smells of sweet harlflowers, this is not what has me worked up so. Amongst the usual drivel of ?For a good time, seek Draklar?, ?Dwarves don?t have to kneel?, ?Elves have more than just have pointy ears?, and ?Kwartz was here? -oddly all in the same handwriting- I found this disturbing story scrawled on the wall.
originally scrawled by Kuiper7986
Mogura fighting a dragon
She stood there looking over the vastness of Yliakum. The Azure Sun was not glowing as strongly as it should be and the smell of death lurked in the air. Hearing loud stomps becoming more suttle she put on her silver armor forged from the best blacksmith in Yliakum and took out her shortsword from her scabbard, she checked it and it was sharp, she thought to herself,\"No.\" She put the sword away and looked at her claws.
Mogura wasn\'t a normal Enkidukai, she had ripped out her weak organic claws and made synthetic claws made of Terithite. A purple raw metal in Yliakum that is so powerful it can break a dragon\'s tooth.
The Fog dissapated, she looked in front of her, and there was the biggest Blue Dragon she had ever seen stood in front of her. The Dragon quickly used its tail and hit Mogura sending her flying 10 feet in the air, then started charging at her again. Mogura was able to recover and started charging at the Dragon. The Dragon used its teeth to bite her, but she dodged the attack, she jumped on top of the dragons head and started piercing and swiping at the dragons head.
The Dragon roared in pain and it started to lose its balance, then it fell. Mogura stopped attacking, took a deep breath, and then jumped off the Dragon\'s head. Mogura took a small empty bottle from her leather backpack and using her claws she poked the the Dragon\'s eye and started collecting the blood of the Dragon. She had the bottle and drank a sip of the blood. She could feel the dragon\'s spirit giving her energy...
Now, I don?t know about you, but I will not stand against this slander, this character assassination. Mogura, know to most of us as ?Moogie?, is a healer of great standing, and has helped the Sheeples and my beloved Redshirts on many an occasion. Many, many an occasion. Many, many, many?er?you get my point. The man?er?Kran?er?whatever it was that wrote this obviously knew nothing of our Moogie. I can only assume that he was delusional or had eaten too much cave moss. Either way, I know the truth of that day?for I was there. First off, I have no knowledge of what this ?dragon? creature would be. The word ?dragon? must have come from a drunken slur or rougher dialect, for that is not what was there that day. So, without further ado?the truth?
Mogura fighting a
Drag Queen?
I was walking on the path to Hyadla, when I came across a sitting albino fenki I vaguely knew as Moogie. This was before I joined the Sheeples so I was quite alone and scared. She was vary quiet, simply looking out from the hilltop and painting her claws a lovely purple. I jumped when I first saw her, her being so quiet that I never noticed her until she turned to look at me. At first, I was frightened, and almost ran, but the friendly smile she gave me alleviated my fear, so kind it was.
?Hello,? she greeted me kindly.
Not wanting to be rude, I stepped forward to greet her?strait into a crusted over pile of k?nak droppings. If you know anything about k?naks, you know you don?t want to step in
anything that comes from their body. A pungent smell immediately filled the air as I pulled my foot out.
?Oh no,? Moogie said, pulling out a handkerchief and offering it to me.
I waved it away and, being no stranger to stepping in things, pulled a large towel out of my bag and cleaned my foot off, then discarded the towel. I had more. Moogie looked at her nails and sighed. The fabric had wiped off half of the lovely purple. I felt a little bad for her. But the feeling was overcome by fear as a man cleared his throat behind me. I spun to face the biggest Drag Queen I had ever seen. He wore an outrageous blue dress sown all about with yellow crystal sequins. His hair was done up in an elaborate pile, while his makeup still gives me nightmares to this day. One hand had painted nails of the same color as Moogie?s, the other was bare.
?May I borrow some of your polish, Miss?? he asked, though it seemed more like a demand. I saw that he carried a large broadsword on his back, bright pink if I remember right.
?I?m sorry,? Moogie said, sounding truly sorry, and holding out her smudged claws, ?but I only have enough to fix my own.?
?If you will not borrow it to me, then I shall take it from you!? the Drag Queen shouted, drawing the pink broadsword. To my horror, he hiked up his skirt high on his hairy legs and rushed Moogie. Moogie, using her cat-like reflexes, jumped strait up to grab a branch ten feet over her head, easily avoiding the swing. She dropped back down, kicking the Drag Queen?s back in the process. He slammed into the tree hard, losing the sword down the side of the steep hill. He turned back to Moogie with a growl. ?Give it to me, bee-aatch,? he shouted his warcry and tackled her. They wrestled back and forth, rolling around on the ground.
?Ouch!? Moogie cried out, ?You bit my arse!? She rolled under the huge Drag Queen and kicked with all her might, sending him flying nearly to the edge of the steep part. He kipped back to his feet, face twisted in a purple induced rage. Moogie must have seen that he would not stop and reached into her pack. She didn?t pull out a weapon, however. Instead, it seemed to be a folding fan and a metal flask. The Drag Queen rushed her again, but this time she was ready. She flipped open the fan and dumped the contents of the flask on it. To my surprise, the white fluid immediately began smoking as it touched the fan. Moogie dodged to the side, slapping the smoking fan to the Drag Queen?s chest. It exploded in a fury of sparks, sending the man flying over the steep edge roaring in pain, to roll to the bottom of the hill, defeated. Moogie walked calmly to the edge and pulled out the lovely purple paint vial. After a moment of consideration, she casually tossed the vial down the hill. ?Not my color anyways,? she told me.
I was transfixed by the flask in her other hand. ?What sort of alchemy is that?? I asked, awestruck.
She looked at the flask and grinned. ?Oh, this?? To my horror, she tipped the flask to her lips and drank deeply. After she was done, she held it out to me. I recoiled. ?It?s just milk?want some??
?And that is how it happened. Ask Moogie, she will tell you the same. Perhaps it was this Drag Queen who gave the false story to that poor deluded soul, or maybe wrote it himself to save face. I don?t know, but I thought I should set the record strait.
*Arnigus bows and walks back to the restrooms?accidentally going in the Lady?s room. Too bad spectacles aren?t implemented yet.*
[ooc]If you come back to see this Kuip?sorry, I had to.
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