Momo, Mi Hab En Itcheh!

[VonAulus 2082]

The sands beneath Grool's feet shift as the dunes are pummeled by the wind. The foot prints he leaves behind in his wake are blown out of existence. He is on a mission to find some incense hidden around small underground aquifers in the desert. Occasionally, he passes  a cactus shaped shadow in the sand storm around him. He squints hard, trying to get his bearing in such a hostile place.

 

His loincloth rustles in the wind as he looks around. Suddenly, a blast of air envelopes him and the sand is cleared. Coming out of a daze, he sees something peculiar. The cacti around him... they have something attached to them. He rubs the sand from his eyes and takes a few steps closer. Small flowers have sprouted. Saliva drips freely from his mouth as he bounds over to touch them. 

 

 

Watching out for the prickles, Grool retrieves a flower from the cactus and holds it up for inspection. It is the most colorful thing he has ever seen. The petals are bright colors and the stigma is letting off a a nice scent. Grool open up his herb bag and stuffs it inside, wanting to take it home to show his son. His journey for the incense was going to have to wait.

 

The next morning, Grool awakes to find himself itching all over his arm. The rash is pink and *****. The Honorable orc has never been ill or had an infection like this. He cringes in pain as he itches but can not seem to fight back the urge. He lets out a yelp as green puss seeps from a torn open scab. Whatever could have caused such an infection.

 

((Hello everyone, if you are an orc and have haphazardly walked into a cactus recently, you are getting itchy all over at this moment. We are not forcing you to roleplay it but it should add some variety as we try to cure it and such. We do have GM permission to do this in case you are going to try to pull that card. Also, edit your skin to have a pink itchy part so people know exactly where you are itching. I may develop this further. Also pretty cacti.))

[Valor777 22]

 Fozil is going through his usual route of stumbling across the desert, smoking tons of cactus green, getting into fights, and getting cacti for more cactus green. He was on his usual route between some of the forts looking for something to eat or kill. He soon falls down and his pack falls off and rips open. Being quite high and braindead at the moment, he sees some of his shomo herbs and reaches for them with a wide smile.

 

   The next thing Fozil remembers is small glimpses of stumbling around the desert, sand blowing in his face as he runs around aimlessly happy and high as can be. He wakes up on his stomach, his superiors looking down at him. He is then told to get up off the sand and get in the training arena. He stumbles in about to fight a friend of his. It takes one punch before he falls to his knees wondering what this wierd sensation is. Fozil feels a strong itch on his arm. He thinks back to the high times in his life. He was harvesting cacti and he saw the flower...

[Austin 697]

(The fact that we had to get GM permission is pretty pathetic.)

Thore farts

[bungo 3965]

(The fact that we had to get GM permission is pretty pathetic.)

Thore farts

((He really didn't, he got GM Permission so that he knew he could be sure he could do it.  It is essentially controlling all of the cacti in the world to give you an itch, which could develop into a problem.  It's better he got GM permission IMO.  It just seems like actual good Role-Play for the Orcs.))

[Austin 697]

((He really didn't, he got GM Permission so that he knew he could be sure he could do it.  It is essentially controlling all of the cacti in the world to give you an itch, which could develop into a problem.  It's better he got GM permission IMO.  It just seems like actual good Role-Play for the Orcs.))

((Oh ok. Nvm mind then no more ooc shhhhh bungo shhhhhh....))

Thore burps

[Bobi 1]

Durak is deep in the mines when he hears small fast echoing footsteps coming from the entrance to the shaft. He knows that they are definitely not Orc footsteps so he quickly climbs up out of the mine, to find a lot of the chests and crates in the ugluk fort open and rummaged through. He rushes out the gate and sees an elf hurrying across the desert with a sack full of the ugluks things, durak jumps into a sprint through the sand. Durak is loud and the elf notices him almost the instant he starts to run, the elf breaks into a sprint ( a lot faster than durak ) durak yells " KUM BAK LAT SKAHUR! " while still in a dead on sprint towards the elf. The elf trips over dropping the sack and quickly tries to get back up, durak grins when he sees the elf fall. Durak is now less than four feet away from the elf, both of them running as fast as they can. Durak blinks for a second getting the sand that the elf had kicked up out of his eyes, the moment that he blinks he trips and falls onto a bunch of small cacti and yells "SKAH!" getting the cactus needles all over him. The elf escaped with none of the ugluks things.

A few days later he begins to feel a strange itching sensation on his shoulder and upper arm, he reaches over to scratch it but when he dose it stings and burns he yelps in pain and looks over at his shoulder, it is covered in a pink rash. In the following days it get worse and he starts to notice some others have the same thing, his shoulder starts to scab and pus starts to leak. No matter how much it hurts or how bad it keeps getting, durak can't stop itching, the more he itches the more pus and scabs appear.

[Blawharag 277]

Blawharag learns of this plague through word of mouth and laughs silently to himself. "Har, mushhedz. Me blah'd lat nub pizz uff da Kakti. Diz wut lat get fur nub rezpektun dem."

[VonAulus 2082]

The fire goes out beneath the pot of boiling liquid. It is a murky orange color, with chunks floating on top. Grool holds a stirring rod, dropping thins into the bubbling contraption. He has tried several other concoctions but none have relieved the itch. Never before have the orcs fallen to such an illness. Krug must be upset. Grool drops in another spider eye.

 

 

He stirs rhythmically, his muscles flexing in the thick fluid. The smell is almost unbearable, much like the itch. The rash had been spreading, now his side was infected as well as his shoulder. Puss and other liquids poured from the open sores when scratched or irritated. Money other orcs were falling ill from the rash. The noble race has met its match. 

 

Hopefully this batch will be different.

 

Grool soaks the bandages in the orange mixture over night outside his blarg, occasionally getting up to put some more wood on the fire or to stir the pot. He applied the bandages. At first, there was some relief, but then, his arm started to burn. He ripped the bandages off to see the rash mutating, small green cacti sprouting from the boils. Krug was reclaiming the orcs bodies.

 

 

 

((I do not know if this is taking it too far, try to think of it as cactus spores are sprouting from our arms and stuff.))

[Jarkarll 314]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.