06-29-2012, 05:05 PM
In the mists of an early morning, something shot through the forests of Stormwind. As the pine trees stood above the heavy clouds of morning mist, a brown blr broke in between them. The tall strands of grass swayed and snapped, bending as the blur zipped past them. Small clumps of dirt and mud kicked up as it passed, marking a trail along the land. The blur itself was covered in mud, pieces of wet earth splattering against trees as it tore through the morning mist.
The sight of Annabelle's house came into sight. Panting as he ran at full speed, the blur known as Rofupi rushed straight to his target. To call the gnome 'filthy' would be an understatement, as his entire being was covered completely in thick, heavy patches of mud. As he focused on the house of the newly-formed Bronco family, wild-eyed and gnashing. He screamed, a faint “yyyyaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” that grew stronger as he approached the house.
He had one target. The Window. The window!, yes window, the gnome wondering where humans place them on their houses. Rofupi didn't know, but charged forward anyway. Something caught the little mud-ball's eye. A momentary reflection, a white twinge of sparkle. Was that glass reflecting part of the morning light? Or was Rofupi hallucinating again? Either, or! Grunting and gnashing his dirty teeth, Rofupi sprinted straight towards the glimmer. He jumped, throwing the full-weight of his body towards it...
...only to harmlessly bounce off the glass.
"Hrnk~!"
A gnome-shaped mud indentation appeared on the crunched window, with Rofupi crashing into the grass below. He coughed, looking up to the window before him. How strange it was, as Rofupi didn't remember human-made windows being so resistant to his body. Thinking it must have been a fluke, Rofupi back-tracked a few meters to throw himself towards the window again.
"Kyaaaa~!"
And, once again, he bounced right off it. A second gnome-shaped mud-splatter appeared, this one crossing the previous one vertically. His brow furrowed. Teeth clenched. There was something highly unusual about this window. Human architecture was nowhere near this good! Sitting down in his mud-drenched robes, Rofupi crossed his arms and hrmph'd.
“Hrmph.”
He thought for a moment. Closing his mud-crusted eyes and mmm'ing.
“Mmmm....”
And then it dawned on him.
Ah! That's right! Annabelle is a priestingeer with a lot of enemies. The glass must be re-inforced with something that prevents intruders from entering. How crafty! Very state of the line, one of a kind. Yes, yes.
Standing up, the gnome rolled up his mud-covered sleeves. He inadvertently ripped one off, but didn't seem to notice.
But, I can't let that stop me. My duty is too important...!
He focused, keeping his eyes closed. An image flickered into his mind. Glows of orange. Wisps of red. A single flame, crackling in darkness. Thoughts turned to feelings. Warmth. And feelings began to materialize, flowing into his fists with a sudden surge. Shortly after, Rofupi's hands burst into flames, crackling with an intense heat. The gnome's shot wide open, staring dead at his window opponent. He jumped,
“AAAAAAAAAAATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT—TATATATATATAT-ATATATATA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
, screaming at the top of his lungs. Rofupi slammed his burning fists into the window, over and over, his tiny gnome-fists moving like a hail fiery comets, exploding against the iron-and-glass frame. As the gnome continued his assault, the house began to shake. The ceiling began to wobble. Small clouds of dust rippled through the building, until....
The reinforced window could no longer give way. It collapsed, breaking apart in an explosion, sending waves of dust and debris into the kitchen. More than just the window broke away, as a good portion of the entire kitchen-wall had snapped and crumbled away. Wood and splinters flew everywhere, as a large cloud of dust erupted into the scene. In the middle of the dust-cloud, Rofupi crashed through. Covered in all of the debris, coughing and cursing to himself in gnomish.
The sight of Annabelle's house came into sight. Panting as he ran at full speed, the blur known as Rofupi rushed straight to his target. To call the gnome 'filthy' would be an understatement, as his entire being was covered completely in thick, heavy patches of mud. As he focused on the house of the newly-formed Bronco family, wild-eyed and gnashing. He screamed, a faint “yyyyaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” that grew stronger as he approached the house.
He had one target. The Window. The window!, yes window, the gnome wondering where humans place them on their houses. Rofupi didn't know, but charged forward anyway. Something caught the little mud-ball's eye. A momentary reflection, a white twinge of sparkle. Was that glass reflecting part of the morning light? Or was Rofupi hallucinating again? Either, or! Grunting and gnashing his dirty teeth, Rofupi sprinted straight towards the glimmer. He jumped, throwing the full-weight of his body towards it...
...only to harmlessly bounce off the glass.
"Hrnk~!"
A gnome-shaped mud indentation appeared on the crunched window, with Rofupi crashing into the grass below. He coughed, looking up to the window before him. How strange it was, as Rofupi didn't remember human-made windows being so resistant to his body. Thinking it must have been a fluke, Rofupi back-tracked a few meters to throw himself towards the window again.
"Kyaaaa~!"
And, once again, he bounced right off it. A second gnome-shaped mud-splatter appeared, this one crossing the previous one vertically. His brow furrowed. Teeth clenched. There was something highly unusual about this window. Human architecture was nowhere near this good! Sitting down in his mud-drenched robes, Rofupi crossed his arms and hrmph'd.
“Hrmph.”
He thought for a moment. Closing his mud-crusted eyes and mmm'ing.
“Mmmm....”
And then it dawned on him.
Ah! That's right! Annabelle is a priestingeer with a lot of enemies. The glass must be re-inforced with something that prevents intruders from entering. How crafty! Very state of the line, one of a kind. Yes, yes.
Standing up, the gnome rolled up his mud-covered sleeves. He inadvertently ripped one off, but didn't seem to notice.
But, I can't let that stop me. My duty is too important...!
He focused, keeping his eyes closed. An image flickered into his mind. Glows of orange. Wisps of red. A single flame, crackling in darkness. Thoughts turned to feelings. Warmth. And feelings began to materialize, flowing into his fists with a sudden surge. Shortly after, Rofupi's hands burst into flames, crackling with an intense heat. The gnome's shot wide open, staring dead at his window opponent. He jumped,
“AAAAAAAAAAATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT—TATATATATATAT-ATATATATA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
, screaming at the top of his lungs. Rofupi slammed his burning fists into the window, over and over, his tiny gnome-fists moving like a hail fiery comets, exploding against the iron-and-glass frame. As the gnome continued his assault, the house began to shake. The ceiling began to wobble. Small clouds of dust rippled through the building, until....
The reinforced window could no longer give way. It collapsed, breaking apart in an explosion, sending waves of dust and debris into the kitchen. More than just the window broke away, as a good portion of the entire kitchen-wall had snapped and crumbled away. Wood and splinters flew everywhere, as a large cloud of dust erupted into the scene. In the middle of the dust-cloud, Rofupi crashed through. Covered in all of the debris, coughing and cursing to himself in gnomish.
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