Boggrok
Erollisi Marr

by Tigeress Fierceheart

he deft ranger slipped through the forest tracking her prey, a massively armored ogre. Tracking him had not bee difficult as he strode fearlessly through the forest but maintaining her own secrecy had bee more of a challenge then she has first imagined. The beast had paused several times already this afternoon, sniffing the air and growling menacingly when he suddenly swung around, tossing one sword straight into the ground and closed his enormous hand around her throat.

Her back against a tree and elevated several feet above the ground, her struggling dissipated the invisibility spell that had surrounded her. The ogre leered, his fangs inches from her face.

“Me no eatz yus, human. Me hadz two gnomes dis morning.” He growled as Tigeress grimaced, his breath doing nothing to belie his claims. “Yuz wiggle much. Stop dat und tell Boggrok why yus follow himz or Boggrok break yus. Boggrok no likez spiez.”

“Well, if you would remove your hand from my throat, I would be happy to both cease struggling and tell you why I have followed you.” She replied, a sly smile upon her lips.

The ogre frowned, obviously in a conundrum over the situation. “Maybe Boggrok juzt breakz yuz instead.”

“Well, that certainly is an option, my large comrade at arms, but I assure you that any thoughts of future offspring will be eliminated should you take such an avenue.”

An enormous, fanged smile light his face, his eyes twinkled with devilish delight at her words. “Ooooo, why yuz nut say so ‘fore, purty girly. It be abit early in da day but Boggrok always ruddy fer somez fun.”

“I do believe you misunderstand me, good Boggrok. I was not offering - I was clarifying your options.” She laughed as a small flick of her wrist pointedly backed up her words and she suddenly found herself sitting on the forest floor.

“That’s better. Thank you.” She rose and bowed deeply to him. “I am Tigeress Fierceheart, ranger and writer. I was sent by Wyndforge the artist to find you and write a memorable tale that would glorify you for all eternity.”

Boggrok stood tall, arms crossed, glaring down at her. “Wyndforge? Dat human witd doos blocks ‘o cloth und colorin’ thingz? Boggrok remembers dat one, yes he dos. And yuz comez all dis way just to slink along behind Boggrok like a common thief, allz to writes some tavern tale? Bah.”

He swung away and began striding off quickly. Tigeress ran to catch up to him, trotting alongside as she tried to explain. “I am no thief, I’m a ranger and I would not be writing some common tavern tale for Wyndforge. Why, he’s legendary, you know. Hmm, maybe you wouldn’t. It doesn’t matter tho’. Now I’m stumped and you haven’t done a heroic thing all day.”

He glanced at her quickly. “Eating two gnomes for breakfast, while completely disgusting, does not exactly put you in lines of doing something heroic.” She muttered.

“Dey waz purty big gnomez…” Boggrok shrugged “It early. Plenty o’ day left, purty. Boggrok still be happy to show yus some herooo.. herok… err hero stuff.”

“Well, that is true but I had wanted to observe you from afar. You know, to present an untainted eye to the story.” She sighed, tugging at her bowstring. “Oh well, no since in crying over spilt milk. I’ll just have to make the best of the situation. Perhaps we will be ambushed by unbeatable creatures of darkness or maybe we will get really lucky and run into an impassable canyon filled with hungry giants.”

Boggrok stopped in his tracks, pulling her up to look her in the eye. “Did Boggrok hit yuz head bys accident? Yuz talk silly. Wez not anywherez nears dings o’da night und der isn’t a canyon anywherez on dis continent. Yuz sure yuz not part elf. Yuz silly like elfs. Yuz need to stop being so serious. Let Boggrok buyz yuz some ale und yuz feels better, really.”

Tigeress began quietly laughing at his words. “For an ogre, you are certainly more intelligent than I was first disposed to believe, my large friend. I do believe I have my story and an ale is surely in order.”

We passed the evening by a warm hearth, drinking ale and playing cards. I never did tell him what the story was about but as you can see, it is more illuminating than any fabricated tale of adventure could ever be.

And no, I am not disposed to telling anymore of that days events to you.

Boggrok commands death for guild Magister on the Erollisi Marr server.