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Hoity and Snotblossom Play With Trag

Hoity wants to bulk up for her new job, and she asks a nice troll for some help. Well, that was a stoopid idea. Trag is well meaning, and charming, and gracious, but he really doesn't understand the uruks' physical capacity for being wounded.

Hoity picks up her leg places it on the log, pointing to it with chagrin. "I have this leg, very skinny," she says, talking in a high squeak so the Olog can hear her. "You have that leg, very big," she points to the troll's trunk-like limb, one muscle of which is bigger than her whole body. She points to herself, "I like to have very big leg, like you, for make Burzum proud." She nods solemnly, her little arms shaking at her sides. "I try on my arms already," she explains, "But I give that up." She leans on the log, still with one leg propped there, a picture of miserable dejection and despair.
Valdrock flies into a nearby tent nearly falling unconcious from the blow dealt to him by the gigantic Olog. hemoans loudly hoping someone will feel enough pity to come help him. Then as his senses start to return he remembers that that will never happen so he sets to work standing on his own. He tries in vain to place his injured foot on the ground then moans in pain yet again. With that he lays back down and yells "Ummm..a lil help..please."

Trag bends his bulky body forward, stooping further towards Hoity to have a better look at the small creature. "That leg be puny, orc." He declares with finality and a slight nod of his huge head, "It take much work to get it big like Trag's." Valdrock's pained moan catches the giant's attention, and he rises to his full, nearly-straight height to look upon the whalloped creature. "Come back, orc." He commands the snaga as he reaches down to lift one of the nearby boulders from the ground. The large stone, nearly the size of a small orc's body, is lifted fairly easily by the giant, who raises it fully overhead with both powerful arms. "I teach you good exercise, orc." He offers hopefully.

SnotBlossom SnotBlossom creeps over behind Trag. "Oh MILITARY!" She breathes worshipfully, and fixes her huge, watery eyes on him, furrowing her brow. "looking at me I see I am much puny-est of all - Can I see the exercise?" She asks Hopefully.

Hoity grins hectically, nodding up and down slowly with glazed eyes. Fully dreading the absolute worst, whatever that may be, she agrees mutely with the Olog, takes her leg off the log, and offers herself up for training. She moves toward him in dreamlike terror, wishing to be in her bed, or in a hole under the ground, or hanging from a tree, or anything that would not require the use of her arms at this moment. But she is remotely driven by the desire to please her new master, so she traipses forward hopelessly, and stands before him. "Show," she squeaks.

Trag's rough brow furrows deeply in a displeased manner at the words of Valdrock, the boulder hovering above his head still as the great arms which hold it. "No, no, orc..." He begins to lecture, turning slightly to look with some surprise at the orc now behind him, Snotblossom. Grumbling beneath his breath, he draws a step back from the three smaller Mordain and orders, "You stay there. All. Ready for the exercise... this what we play with the trolls. Called 'Rock Bash'. You stand there, and I throw rock... you catch, and throw at the other orc. Understand?" The beast's eyes flash eagerly, and without awaiting the others' responses, he lunges forward and lightly lobs the massive boulder towards the nearest orc; Hoity.

Hoity stares in disbelief at the oncoming boulder, every fatalistic bone in her body saying, "I told you so" at once. Realizing that the boulder is big enough to smash her and several other minor life forms without even slowing on its course, she leaps behind the log on which she had been eating, and smashes to the ground as the boulder sails over her. When it crunches to the ground with a voluminous THUD, she sits up hesitantly, peers over the log, and you can see her slitty eyes making ingratiating-smile-face from behind the log. "I need practice on Bash!" she squeaks, not coming out from her fortress. She scurries to the other end of the log, on her hands and knees, and emerging at the other end appears to think she has escaped notice, and tries to wander away.

Trag's dull eyes follow the giant missile's path of flight as it sails unopposed through the dry desert air and past Hoity's swiftly-moving figure. Puzzled slightly by the orc's reaction, he grunts and moves a step towards the log. "That not how you play game, orc." He instructs, irritation obvious in his tone, "Who will give it better try?" Turning, he looks questioningly to Voldrack and SnotBlossom, one hand gesturing towards the fallen boulder. "Pick up and toss." He instructs with a nod, "Easy."

SnotBlossom runs to the boulder, "MY GO, MY GO!" She grabs the boulder, lifts, and hurls at Valdrock. Of course the boulder stays right on the ground, not moving so much as a molecule. She stares at her empty hands for a moment, crushed and dejected. "I forgotted I maybe can't lift so much because of thinking 'bout MILITARY. I thinking maybe not for me, this too hard of big rock." She scuffs the dirt with one foot, then kicks the boulder in a rage, then hops and yelps, then scuffs her foot in the dirt. She slinks off after hoity muttering about Warg Riders, excellent boots, and future glory.

Once out of sight, Hoity circles back around through the tents and creeps up behind the boulder where it sits in its new home. Seeing that the troll's mind might have wandered from "Rock Bash" she emerges, swinging her arms nonchalantly, and wearing a hat she picked up from back behind the smith's tent. "Master Olog," she says obsequiously, in as deep a voice as she can manage, "I ask you can you tell me how I make my legs thick like yours? I hear from other orc you have good exercise to show, like "Rock Bash" but lot different. You have one for legs?" Hoity swaggers a bit, tries to look tall, and waves her arms around, at great pain to herself.

Valdrock shackes his head to clear his hazy vision. he tries to stand once again and this time has more success. Completely oblivios to all the rock throwing that has been occuring He limps out of the tent and immediatly sees snot and growls in her general direction. Then Makes his way back to the resting place of the juicy meat.

Completely distracted by the nearby passing of a wagon-full of large barrels, Trag is unaware of Hoity's and Snot's return. Turning his bulk to look upon the 'disguised' orc, he frowns thoughtfully for a short moment before replying. "Not rock bash?" He asks, disappointed, "Rock bash good for legs, arms, *and* head." One massive hand rises to scratch idly at the side of his huge jaw. "Trag got idea." He declares, motioning for the two snaga to approach him, "Bring rope, and I show you how to make you big as troll."

Valdrock finally reaches what is left of the meat. He immedatly goes to work finishing off the once large chunk. As he is gnawing on the bones he notices an Uruk selling some fine looking arrows. Since he has no weapon as of yet he decides that he needs some protection. with that he limps his way towards snargh calling "hey fletcher I's gonna buy some arrows."

Hoity turns to Snotblossom and says under her breath, "Run quick, get rope from smith wagon, over there. Come back right away!" She turns to Trag and smiles magnanimously, and attempts to say in a booming voice, "We get rope quick for you Master," though it doesn't sound really very convincing. She remembers to tuck the rope that hangs from the collar around her neck tightly into her loincloth behind her back. That rope, she thinks, is best left untouched by the olog, who might easily break her neck in his next "game" if he sees it handy.

SnotBlossom watches Valdrock walk away, filing the growl for later consideration. She hears the other snaga nattering about rope and turns to her in time to see her tucking the rope attached to her collar into her loincloth. She grabs it and gives it a tug, "Here is perfect good rope of Hoity! We can use?" She asks Trag.

Trag turns slightly to cast SharLan a disinterested glance, his hopeful attention placed mostly upon Snotblossom as the snaga is commanded to fetch some rope. With a distracted nod to the bone reader, he replies in a rumbling tone, "Trag make these orcs big and strong. Stone bash not work, because orcs not strong enough yet. Weak they are, because they are small and puny... if Trag make them big, they get strong, and then rock bash work better." Looking down upon Snotblossom and the suggested rope, he frowns, "No. Need *big* rope. Long..."

Burzum steps sharply out of one of the many tents in the camp, his face tight with controled anger. As his gaze sweeps the camp, he can't help but notive the massive olog, Trag. his eye widens, and a quick groan emits from his lips as he sees Hoity. Withquick steps, Burzum heads towards another of the dull tents, and disappears into one.

Hoity hisses at Snotblossom, "You go get rope now, snaga, and no more your fooling around." She aims a kick at the snaga's bony rump and sends her on her way to the smith's wagon. Something about the Olog's words... "make them big" gives Hoity pause. She wants to be big... and strong... but not... Well, despite the Rock Bash travesty, she still believes the Olog can make her strong in the eyes of her new master, so she perseveres. When Snotblossom comes back with a length of rope, she stands on tippytoes to hand the rope up to the beast before her.

Burzum kicks back the flap of the tent, and over his shoulder is a huge... something. A thick log, around 6 feet long,. To the end is strapped, with MANY ropes, a huge wedge shaped stone, about 5 times the size of the Tek'Rak's head. Shifitng the weight of the large...tool?... Burzum moves as fast as his short legs will carry him towards Trag. When in shouting distance, the harsh voice of the -hai roars out, " Great Masta! 'ey! I git yer weapon for ya! "

Trag stands idle and motionless as Snotblossom hurries off to find the rope, his thick limbs and wide girth still and unmoving as the stone it vaguely resembles. It isn't until the snaga returns that the great beast makes a move, reaching out to take the rope in one hand and motioning for the two to follow. "Come with, orcs... Trag make you big, and big and strong." With hurried steps, quick despite his enourmous size, the troll makes his way towards the very same wagon which not long before rolled past and into camp. "Tie rope to wagon, and tie arms to ro-" His command is interrupted by the Tek'Rak's yell, and distracted, Trag spins around to see who approaches.