Gronkk's Disappearance

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk stared at the flame, its vibrant colors dancing before his deceptively innocent eyes. For years upon years, the fire had given Gronkk so much joy and comfort. But today there was nothing in the fire, no songs sung by the quiet crackling, no emotion in the sporadic steps of the dance it danced. Gronkk felt empty looking at the campfire, something that had always been able to comfort in the most dire of times.

 

 

Wub amz Gronkk guuin' tuu du, Gronkkbelleh?

 

For the first time since his birth, Gronkkbelly gave no response. Silence echoed violently within his mind; the uncertainty caused by the lack of voices within him terrified Gronkk. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he sobbed mournfully. His friends, he had discovered the night before, were opposed against one another, they were now mortal enemies for reasons unbeknownst to him. The Lurs, his birthclan and Orcish brothers, were now allied with the Dwarves. The one foe constant to the Orcs throughout the years had always been the Orcs, or as far as he could remember. And now they allied with them, as Gronkk was trying to slay them all with the might and fury his Lur brothers had so impatiently taught him.

 

Amz Gronkk ryght, ur amz Gronkk attakin de wrung zide?

 

Though his gaze and voice was directed at his dearest companion, Gronkkbelly, there was still no answer. The Blackmonts were kind to Gronkk, he thought to himself. When Asulon had been evacuated, the Lurs somehow forgot about their brother, Gronkk. After getting in a canoe that was clearly too small for Gronkk and Gronkkbelly and pathetically paddling his way to Anthos, the Blackmonts housed him, armed him, and fed him. Fed him cookies, most importantly. They gave him the right to fight, the privilege to smite his Dwarven foes, and they loved and respected him much like the Lurs had. Yet, after a simple reconnaissance mission, Gronkk had found himself alongside Xander and Drelik on one side of an iron door. This iron door had separated Gronkk and his comrades from Wulgehn and one of his Dwarven allies.

 

De momoskah'n Stowtz amz duu id. Maybeh dem gib'd Lurz hosh irun agh kuukee. Maybeh dem Stowtiez blah'd de Lurz tuu flat Gronkk agh him fwendz. 'tuupid stowtz.

 

Gronkk had ran from that confrontation, the first time in his life. Not even Gronkkbelly could have told Gronkk to slay Xander, or Craotor, or Drelik, or Wulgehn. Though Gronkk had lived much of his life with voices in his head, this was the first time he couldn't handle the internal conflict. Gronkk ran from the Dwarven fortress, and ran from his friends right before they began to kill each other. Gronkk had seen a lot, and done a lot worse, but he couldn't see his dear friends slay one another.

 

Maybeh... maybeh de pinkie amz trikin' Blakmunz. Maybeh wi amz un de wrung zide...

 

The sheer effort of this much thought hurt Gronkk, and he pulled the largest joint ever rolled in Anthos and a Lenfarthing cookie out from his loincloth. As tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto his luscious manboobs, Gronkk smoked and ate his sorrows away. Not even his two material pleasures, green and cookies, could cheer him up tonight. He threw them in the flame and curled up into his hole in the ground. As he quivered in the cold, empty night's embrace, sobbing with despair, he pondered on what his actions would be. Would he stick with the Blackmonts, and slay his Lur brothers, deeming them traitors? Or would he leave his dear friends and join his brothers holed up in the Dwarven fortifications, attacking the Empire he had inadvertently been fighting for these past years. He let out another blood-curling howl, the Dwarves would surely suspect some otherworldly being had taken residence in the forests nearby.

 

Gronkk awoke the next morning to Gronkkbelly finally speaking to him, but only in a hungry rumble. He satisfied his master as he always had, but in his time of need Gronkk would receive no direction from Gronkkbelly. He groggily arose from his makeshift tent and peered out from the edge of the forest, unto the Dwarven Fortification nearby. His decision had been made.

 

[Urahra 5781]

((But I love you. ;_;))

[Aislin 4354]

((Is ok Urara. There's enough of Gronkk for all of Anthos to love. Literally and figuratively. ))

[KUSHerZombie 222]

*Haudenfox awakes, in the kitchen sitting by the fire. He notices Gronkk is gone. He looks around, trying to find him but never does. He does what he has always done, and put him into his past, that will eventually die. He sighs, at who he once called his friend. He wonders where Gronkk went, and whether to kill him, or not.*

[SirSnowMan 318]

*Sergeant Zerkrill strolls through the Dreadfort, sipping his mug of coffee. The sounds of screams from the below torture chamber, mixed with the tweeting of the morning birds becomes music to his ears. As he enters the smithy, he notices Gronkk is not there. The bedroll, stained yellow with "accidents", appears as if it hasn't been occupied for a few days. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Gronkk exsept for the time they got totally "toasted" on the roof. Sergeant Zerkrill mumbles to himself "Hmm... Maybeh he wunt camp'en, dats where we always wunt when we gut bored...". Packing his gear, and extra food incase he finds Gronkk, Sergeant Zerkrill rides off on his donkey.*

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

((Gronkk is my favorite orc.))

[Moot 1719]

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