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The Misadventures of Mezzick	By : midomango87 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   The morning sun beat futilely on the warrior's broad shoulders. The mornings symphony of exotic birds assaulted his deaf ears. His snoring was waking up the groggy adventurers. Tumack was setting up a skillet. He had pilfered some rations from the former centar camp and a pile of ingredients gathered from the area.
   The Tauren quickly left the area to fake morning ablutions. Mezzick motioned for him to wait, but was nonchalantly brushed away. The goblin indulged a small pang of hurt to spread across his face before he caught himself. Last night was nothing but a hole in his chest, which seemed to also cause it to weigh more. He steadied himself, rubbing his eyes to mask what he hoped wasn’t a tear.
   Murtock rolled over to his side to shield him from the commotion. Mezzick walked over and kicked him, “C’mon lug, day’s a wastin’.” The huge Orc rolled back down trapping his little foot. To Mezzick’s surprise the a snore rose up, Murtock was actually still sleep.   Behind his shoulder Tumack burst into giggles. Glaring over his shoulder Mezzick hissed, “what’s so funny?”
   “Murtock will wake for one thing and one thing alone-- food. I once left without cooking breakfast and found him later that evening still sleeping.” Tumack kept chuckling.
“Do all Orcs take such pride in these oafish manners?! He’s your brother, you should have raised him better,” accused Mezzick. Tumack only smiled with pride of his overly alpha brother. Mezzick fired into another tirade trying to lift his foot. Murtock’s slumbering body misinterpreted the flaying as gas and burped in the Goblins face. Mezzick gagged as Tumack literally fell over laughing.
To’al wished he felt up to running or at least jogging away but he felt nauseous. The Earthmother’s gaze upon his misdeeds cut into his chest. He felt hot in some areas, cold in others. If he could name the butterflies in his stomach they would be: anxiety, excitement, and shame. He sought solitude on the bank of the oasis to deal with all of these. Splashing water on his face he realized there was little reason to wash....again. The thought irked him. He stared at his reflection for a moment, hoping it would show him something to help him sort through his emotions. His reflection simply stared back. He grunted and set off to find the kodo and begin preparing it for the journey ahead.
Reveling in his freedom, Mezzick was readying a pot of water over the fire for some cracked wheat gruel. Tumack had found some eggs during his shift and was apparently the only one good enough to cook eggs for the sleeping leviathan known as Murtock. As much as Mezzick would like to show some sort of physical use-- he couldn’t deny the fact that as soon as the eggs hit the skillet Murtock began to grumble awake. The warrior seemed to dislike mornings just as much as he enjoyed his big two-handed axe, Unka.
Murtock laid in the warm sun, cursing its presence. He heard the beautiful syphony of the birds, cursing their presence. He smelled the food sizzling not to far away and tolerated it. He still cursed the fact he couldn’t do it in his sleep (and enjoy it-- he had tried once.) The only thing that made mornings bearable was the stalwart strength of Unka as he felt her cold steel handle. He squeezed the custom grip once before getting up and then carried her to the pond. He had cleaned her off the previous night, but he just wanted to make sure the faint moonlight hadn’t hidden anything. The sun gleamed off its razor sharp edges, he beamed back. After a quick whip of a towel he set it down and inhaled the freshness of the morning air only to notice his own stench.
He splashed himself, feeling the grime come off of him he realized what a peon he had been dozing off before properly washing last night. The water was more brisk than he anticipated, after a full dunk he felt his energy instantly rise. “What a gift!” he thought. Wading back to the edge and picking up Unka, Murtock was about to bestow a great power on his axe. This mystic water must have an effect on his beloved.
He ceremoniously dunked the her in. Slowly and keeping an eye out for any changes. Tumack voice interrupts him, “if you want to see the oasis come alive, ask Mezzick.” Murtock looks around suddenly as he realizes he is being watched. Tumack almost done working on eggs. “But not right now, come: breakfast is ready.”
“Well, wait I still need--” Mezzick is begins.
“He will be here just in time.” Tumack chides in a hushed tone.
To’al hails them as he comes back with the kodo. “We are eating now?”
“When else does one have breakfast,” Murtock says as he finishes drying off his axe.
Mezzick pats the ground, “a big fella like you has to eat something, sit with us.”
“I’m not hungry,” To’al spits out before turning back to the cart. “Finish quickly I will load the cart, I’d rather not waste anymore time.”
Mezzick bit his tongue not wanting to let the others catch on, but was quickly distracted by the large plate set down in front of him. Two eggs, a handful of potato like tuber, a slab of fried venison topped with mushrooms, and his gruel sprinkled with sugar and chopped nuts. “Whoa, is all of this safe to eat? I’m not being poisoned am I?”
“Tumack knows every poisonous plant, animal, and politician this side of the Maelstrom,” said Murtock between bites.
“I basically grab what I don’t recognize,” He smiles basking in the compliment.
“Ah,” Mezzick nodded before tasting. As the scent seared his nostrils his mouth flooded. The food was good enough to wake up Murtock. It was the best breakfast he had had aside from the Grammy-Tinker’s famous pancakes.
To’al need not warn them of time as they had all devoured the meal in seconds. He had come back hoping to nag on them, but was only to be reminded he had chosen to have an empty belly. He began to pack up the remaining cooking supplies while the others finished cleaning the dishware.
As the three green skinned adventurers scrubbed their morning messes Tumack remarked, “it seems shameful using such a miraculous gift to wash dishes.”
Finally concerning himself with the outside world, Murtock asked, “Is it the water?”
“I think its something akin to magic in the water,” answered Mezzick. “It’s not like the water filled the wounds, it was a magic within the water, like a spirit.”
“That is what natural magic feels like,” Whispered To’al. His deep voice contrasted enough to cause everyone to turn around.
“And your wound? What happened to it? I wouldn’t have thought you able to move so well today,” Murtock pondered.
“What magic did Mezzick aid you with last night?” Tumack added.
The deep eyes darted to Mezzic and back to the orcs, “nothing,” To’al grunted
The two Orcs looked to Mezzick for confirmation, but he was looking at To’al. Hurt by the seriousness of his face, he began to shuffle the plates together. “Yeah, nothing.”
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