Stone.

[Kazthul]

The stone lie in wait as the sun crept deep into the belly of the horizon.  The stone had lain there most of the day from as far as could be remembered.  The orc nearby had passed it by several times without much notice or pause, though he had spent a great deal of time screaming and hollering off in the distance.  Perhaps it was the wrong orc or in the failing light the stone could not be seen.  A noise would be much to the advantage of the stone if were seeking to relive itself of its current predicament, being misplaced or discarded perhaps.  Whatever the situation may be, the stone was most certainly not tucked away in bag or any other vessel of containment that might be ideal for such a prized and spectacular geological specimen.

The orc paced back and forth, nervously, muttering something about his stupid uncle, little bro, pinkskin bastards and referenced alcohol and booze frequently.  Whatever else was said was too far out of the stones earshot, er… too far from the stone to be heard right.  The screaming seemed to be about rocks or something, but the stone couldn’t be sure from this distance.  Determined to get to the bottom of this, the stone continued to wait, patiently, for a really long time, and was prepared to wait for well into whenever part of the story that it stops waiting and stuff starts to happen, when that is, is probably later, but stones aren’t always known for understanding whats going on as they often question who stones are and tend to argue with people about what their name is.

The stone shifted its glance about in the moonlight, and surveyed the situation.  The green orc was dashing about in the dark, hunched over, and searching for something.  If the stone didn’t know better, it would assume that this orc was complete idiot, but the stone had often underestimated him in the past and had not been as successful in besting it in a battle of wits as it had often figured it would.  Somehow that damned greenskin and his simple stammering of sentence structure was quite sharp and overcame that obstacle with sheer willpower or some clever demon in his brain that pushed buttons and made him momentarily genius, in a stupid sort of way.

The other green orc was somewhere else, the stone had to peer about in other angles and focus elsewhere to find him, which is quite odd, because stones don’t have eyes, which makes focusing and all that organic creature stuff rather difficult, but the stone was determined to succeed, citing that other greenskin as an example on how such things could be possible.  The stone was rather pleased with itself when it managed to locate the first one he mentioned at the beginning of the paragraph, this one, not the last one.  Now after deciphering the crude broken stammers of vocal fail that so often occurs between the two, the stone was able to arrive at a conclusion that clearly these two genetic anomalies were related and that they were born in a barn or a cave or some sort of remote place where a tribe of exiled traitors who shunned the world existed and had no modern linguistic skills whatsoever.  This conclusion was arrived upon do to the fact that trying to understand them was about as easy as beating yourself in the face with a club repeatedly, sooner or later you’re going to have to give up or get dumber by the moment.

Now, while the stone was fairly certain that the begin of the story dealt with first green guy, whom had cared for the stone quite well, it was pretty sure, maybe, from that limited banter that swaggered back and forth between the two that that it would be finished by that other one.  The stone was completely confused however, because most of the time it has no idea what the hell they’re talking about and somehow thinks that repeatedly trying to improve their verbal bag of tricks would actually work, which it doesn’t.  One excursion into the great orc city divined a possible reason for this, the stone witnessed a pointy eared possibly male thing pointing and laughing at the pair of primitive rocket scientists and yelling “Lowal, arrpee, Lowal..  Lowal, hahaha, losers.  Knewbs.â€

[Kazthul]

(( Thought I'd try something different, if by some crazy means I manage to win a contest give my earnings to the following weeks winner, thanks. ))

[Yichimet]

(( This is pretty frickin' awesome, Kaz. Welcome back.

ROCK!!!! ))

[Greebo]

(( man you are SLOW, Yichi ))

[Yichimet]

(( Bah, I just re-read it yesterday and wanted to comment. You shush. ))

[Greebo]

(( You can't tell me what I can and can't do, you're not my real dad. ))