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Blizzard has been kind enough to give us 20 Murloc Space Marine Pet codes to give away in a contest of our choosing! Since the Warcraft universe is so rich in lore and storylines we decided to have some fun with it and give Grunty some lore of his own - player created of course!

Without further administrative banter; here's our Murloc Marine Contest:

Grunty The Murloc Marine first showed his adorable little face at Blizzcon 2009, and has been capturing the hearts of Azeroth ever since! Despite the vast popularity of this little gun-toting stud, most people know very little about his past.

Who is Grunty?

Where did he grow up?

Who makes ammo that small?

We set out to find out as much as we could about the origin of everyone's favorite pet. While researching Grunty, in the oldest of archives here at the Curse HQ, we came across a newspaper clipping from the Azeroth newspaper about a mysterious little fella found in the woods by a group of Worgen and Goblins who were heading home from Blizzcon 2009! Unfortunately the article comes to an abrupt end without telling us what happened to him after the Worgen and Goblins found him, take a look:

So here's where the real questions lie, did the Goblins take little Grunty home? Did the Worgen? What happened as he followed his new found parents around Azeroth? Did he ever grow up and will we see him in StarCraft 2?

To enter the contest:

For this contest it's your job to write about how Grunty got to be in the Anaheim woodlands and, given what we know about the Goblins and Worgens, expand upon who Grunty went home with and why. Did he think he'd feel more at home in Gilneas or were the Lost Isles the place for him?  Talk about some of the things Grunty has to do to traverse the lands of Azeroth to get back to the Universe of Starcraft - does he fix up a Draenai ship? Are there hidden portals to other Blizzard worlds? Be creative and include lots of details!

Winners will be selected by Curse staff on November 1st, and will be graded on creativity and the amount of work put into creating the story. Winners will receive their Murloc Marine Code via private message on Curse.com.

Please post all entries in our Murloc Marine Contest Thread!

 

 

My name is Grunty, and I was a Space Marine, 5th Class, Murloc Division.  I enlisted in the Mar Sara Colonial Militia, and found myself as one of Raynor's Raiders.  I ccoked their meals, cleaned their dishes, repaired their armor and the like.  Some may view this as degrading, but to me, it was....yeah, it was degrading.

We were hiding out on some zerg-infested world, mending our wounds after a recent ambush, preparing to enjoy the fish feast I had whipped up to raise the crew's spirits.  I was thinking of the majority of our crew, lost when we first encountered the Dominion's new crack troops.  My first officer startled me out of my daze, yelling at me to alert our CO of some chatter on the space-waves, his plate crashing to the floor.  Apparently Matt had decrypted some message of the Dominion's about sending their Failocs back in time a few centuries or whatever to wipe out some unknown target.  This mattered little to me.  My thoughts were on the extra fish portions we each received because of the smaller crew, and the dirt I would be picking from my teeth later.

I awoke Jim Raynor from his slumber, and followed him back to the ship's bridge.  As he listened to the report, I heard his heart race.  Trouble had a way of finding us.  Raynor headed to the armory, and spoke with our weapons technician, grabbing a variety of the who's-who in butt-kicking arsenal.  I followed close behind, ready to relay messages as needed.  Our ship's internal commmunication system had yet to be repaired since our last battle, and I was afraid the crew were more than willing to rely on me.

Raynor, suited up in battle armor, climbed into a jump-boat, capable of transporting personnel across the space-time continuum.  He winked at me, telling me to keep the fish warm for him.  He wouldn't be long.

Three days later, we had yet to hear from Raynor.  My first officer, ever loyal to Jim, ordered me to go after Raynor and assist as required.  I was still thinking of excuses for eating Raynor's fish when the whoosh of the ship's last jump-boat whisked me towards the time-gate and beyond.

The jump-boat touched down over three hundred years before I left, if I remembered my briefing correctly.  This was Earth, I knew that much.  The sign on the building advertised something called Blizzcon 2009.  Hmmph.  So my math was a little off.  The explosions and heat blasts suggested the Failocs had met some resistance.  I spotted Raynor behind the ruins of a corner of the building, hurrying two humans to safety; I leapt into action, gunning down Failocs as I made my way towards Raynor.  Once within earshot, which was nearly beside him, he explained the Dominion had sent the Failocs to destroy this event the humans called Blizzcon, as if it would play some instrumental part in the future of mankind.  He continued, describing how the Terrans would learn much if this event was allowed to take place, and that the outcome of the continuing aftermath of the Brood Wars could take shape here.  I pretended to listen, content with destroying Failocs.

The Failocs continued towards us, though, faster and in larger swarms.  I was running out of ammunition, and quickly.  I knew I would be switching to the nukes soon.  The sudden appearance of an enormous Failoc, half the height of the building, forced the change that much sooner.  Our ship's weapons technician told me that I wouldn't be "harmed" by the nukes.  Yeah, right.  Our techie failed to mention how the use of a few dozen nukes, while having no "nuclear" effect due to advances in science and technology, may still open a wormhole in the time-space continuum and transport me....to a place called Azeroth.

After launching dozens of consecutive nukes at the giant Failoc, the lights went out, and my head throbbed.  I woke up, laying in a lightly-forested, hilly area, against a large rock.  Standing before me was a cow, upright and wearing some archaic...leather...armor.  A cousin, perhaps?  The cow muttered something non-sensible...I later learned this wasn’t a language-barrier issue, as my armor’s diagnostic check ensured my interpreter was still intact.  The Tauren, as they’re called, are simply stupid.  But this Tauren has a familiar smell about him.

The zergling poked its head around the Tauren’s massive leg, and shrieked.  I was thankful my nuke launcher came through with me…wormhole or not, I loved killing zerglings!  The zergling’s blood splattered across the Tauren, causing it to let out a loud symphony of expletives.  A second nuke was shot at the Tauren.  While not the effect I was expecting, the Tauren still charged off in a panic.

A squeaky, child-like voice from behind the rock caused me to jump back.  A green…goblin…with long ears, a pointy nose and large hands cautiously came into my view, motioning towards a nearby tree.  From there, a tall, furry upright wolf walked, coming to a stop beside the goblin.

The woman/wolf creature introduced herself as Emvril, one of the Worgen.  Her goblin associate was Kendril, though we couldn’t understand the goblin’s speech.  Emvril told me they had watched me outside of the Blizzcon event, and they assured me Raynor was safe.  Trapped in that there-and-then, but safe.  My look of confusion led her to explain their human disguises, and how they were leaving the convention when they were caught in the Failoc attack.  Emvril pointed to the monster Failoc’s head, which I had confused for a rock in my disoriented state.

I re-ran my diagnostics, and my fears were confirmed.  While my interpreter was fully functional, my homing beacon and ground-to-ship communicator were fried.  I heard a whimper, and was shocked as Kendril mourned the loss of the zergling.  Emvril seemed not to share the goblin’s concern and shrugged.  Kendril muttered some incantation, and the ground swelled up and around what little remained of the my most hated foe.  As Emvril set off northwest, Kendril wiped the tears from his face, nodded at the worgen, and headed south.

I quickly caught up to the worgen, disgusted over the display I had just witnessed with the goblin.  In brief discussions with Emvril, as she seemed to be a woman, err, wolf of few words, I learned she and the goblin were of different factions, and that they had set aside any differences they hold for the purpose of attending Blizzcon.  Apparently Blizzcon 2009 had some profound effect on their futures, too.  The worgen had one stop to make, in the human capital of Stormwind, she said, before heading home.  I was allowed to accompany her, if I so desired, but it would be a long journey.  I asked her if there were more zerglings on this world, and was delighted that there were many.

I travelled with Emvril through scorched lands, swamps and foothills, killing odd creatures as we went.  Overall, the journey was uneventful until we came upon a village Emvrill called Goldshire.  We first heard the shouts of battle, the screams of steel on steel and the cries of mercy nearly a mile up the trail.  As we neared the town, Emvril tensed up as she saw several Tauren, and some friends just as ugly, butchering the townsfolk.  What few guards the town had were scattered on the ground, dead or dying.

Emvril charged the closest Tauren, dispatching her with ease.  A bull Tauren stomped the ground, and Emvril blinked her eyese to clear her head.  Emvril’s sword slid off the Tauren’s shield, slicing one horn off at the base.  Several of the Tauren’s friends stopped their bloody work to laugh.  Enraged, the Tauren swung his axe at the Emvril’s head, but was blocked by the mighty hammer of an old, withery dwarf in shining breastplate.  Reinforcements had arrived from the nearby city.

When the dust settled, and any Horde still living were driven off, the Alliance forces cheered.  Emvril commented on how rare an event we had just participated in.  She explained how normally most Horde raids are ignored, and that the Horde tend to leave on their own when they grow bored.

I was surprised to hear how commonplace Horde raids were, especially that the day of the week could have any significance.  The Worgen shrugged, and said that is the way of things.

I was surprised again by the size of the human city, but found it strange that of the capital’s numerous districts, typically only two saw any substantial traffice.  Emvril laughed, and remarked how there are several cities, capitals of their races, that don’t have a soul in them sometimes.

It was in one of Stormwind’s quiet districts that Emvril introduced me to a man in a dress.  I normally am not one to frequent such establishments, but Emvril assured me the man in the dress could help me return to my own time and space.

The question that haunted me, though, was did I want to?  I was sure I could have a lot of fun fighting the cows…

My name is Grunty, and I am Emvril’s companion.

*Emvril and Kendril are names created off the top of my head for the purpose of writing this story...should they exist in any fashion in WoW or elsewhere, it is purely coincidental*

Rvarwin of Jaedenar...Go Royal Chargers!

Grunty was the name chosen for the test subject of one of the Terrens' experiments to win the war against the zerg. This experiment was to bring all of the primative species in the universe to gun toting soldiers for the Terrens. "Grunty" chosen from a planet of many races at constant war with each other for they would hardly notice one creature gone from all of their chaos. Once onboard one of the many science facility ships "Grunty was quickly equiped with armor and very soon afterwards restraints because of this uncontolable anger.

After many injections of drugs and other untold of things Grunty was quickly and promptly sent back to his home world. But not caring much of the primitive races of this planet the terrn simply dropped him of at the first place they could which happened to be in the midst of a argument amognst a worgen and a few goblins. Grunty shocked by the sight of a giant wolf quickly attacked the worgen knocking him unconsense. The goblins seein their oppurtunity quickly looted the worgen and knocked Grunty out with tranqulizing dart.

the Goblins halled Grunty and all their fat lewt of to a small camp they had set up with a few dozen other goblins and put him into a cage. grunty was a main attraction to this camp for a few month drawing in many tourists and alot of money for the goblins. These were grieve time for Grunty; until, a young druid came to the camp and saw the mistreatment of this poor creature. the druid busted the lock and set Grunty free. All of this time in a cage made Grunty a very unhappy camper.

quickly after the lock was busted g=Grunty leaped on to the gun model table wich was full of ammunition and many weapons. He grabbed the first weapon he saw and went on a bloody rampage throughout the goblin encampment.  vowing to the druid that he will repay him one day grunty followed him home still toting his weapon and dragging a huge crate of ammo with him. and to this day no rogue dares sneak up on this druid due to his trigger happy little friend.

Origins of Grunty - Beneath the Surface

Deep rumbles echo across the burning forests and crumbling mountains. It is the time of the second war, and tensions are as high as they could ever be. As a mortar strikes into a cliff-side, a seismic tremor breaks loose falling stone. They crumble and shatter down the slope, crashing against each other, til they are all but pebbles trembling in the chaos.

As the stones fall, bounce, and settle upon the ground of a secluded cave entrance, a lone goblin stands undeterred upon the precipice of the cave, staring out towards the flashes and roars of rampant combat.

"Steamcog, are you out here?" A nervous voice calls from the cave as a grime-coated goblin approaches.

"We have finished the reverse-engineering process."

Reklik Steamcog breathes in deeply and raises his right hand. He stares at his iron-reinforced engineering gloves and clasps his fist tight, the leather croaking in resistance as it grows taut. Not much time, he thought. We have not much time...

"Show me what we can do with it."

Shuffles and footsteps echo across the walls of the tunnel as the two figures briskly walk through, almost as if the minutes themselves are chasing them. Lights tethered across the walls flash across their faces as they pass them. As they hike further into the recesses of the caverns, the lights grow in intensity, until they finally reach the steel doorway that guards the final chamber.

Reklik Steamcog raps upon the entrance with his metallic knuckles. Three taps signal back, and Steamcog steps back in preparation.

"Gazlowe calls with silence." He announces, and the unmistakable grind of a turning crank is heard. As the door creaks open, beams of orange light filter through the opening crevice, dancing upon the floating dust.

The excavation site stirs as the archaeologists and engineers look up, welders raised from their molten metal and brushes lifted from the sacred stone artifacts. Their eyes adjust and confirm the presence of their chief tinker, and they swiftly return to their duties.

Reklik scans across the worksite, then marches down the stone steps with authority, his capable assistant following closely. He passes three goblins crouched upon the ground, carefully dusting around a small crater in the ground.

His assistant pauses, and looks upon the crater in discomfort, allowing but a moment of awkward nervousness before bustling away. The diggers heeded no mind to his attention, for the felt the need for steady focus as they cleared around the outstretched metal hand.

Reklik comes to an abrupt halt near a one-eared goblin, who turns to acknowledge his presence. While Reklik keeps his stern gaze upon him, he pivots a step to the right, and points at the unearthed metallic limb.
"I trust you have taken measures to prevent another incident?"
The foreman nods.
"My brow may sweat, but my mind is not that fargone. We've pumped alot of juice through it. It's fried, sir."
"We have little time to spare. Show me what we have."

The goblins step swiftly across the site and through an open doorway. A broken-down mechanical creation lays in front of them, covered in their comrades hard at work. A monocled goblin places his grinder softly down upon his bench and snaps off another piece of the mysterious machine, smirks, and hands it to the foreman.

Foreman Gizlek turns it in his hand, admiring the precise metalworking, and hands it to Reklik. As Reklik examines it, Gizlek grasps two hands upon a particularly interesting object on the workbench.

"Hurrr!" He groans, as he shakily lifts it off the surface, recentering himself under the notable weight. Reklik raises his eyes from his smaller prize and smiles openly upon catching sight of the monstrosity.

"Unfortunately, we couldn't produce this in a smaller size as of yet, but we are working on it..." Gizlek gasps, regaining his breath. "However, it functions as if it were the real product. We will rename it later, but the boys are calling it a 'machine gun', after it's source."

Reklik drops his forgotten prize upon the scrap-cluttered floor, snickering in pride to himself. He grabs the barrel of the gun and tilts the nozzle up, then begins to squeeze the trigger.

"LOOK OUT!" A tinker screeches in terror! The workers leap prone onto the floor!

*RATTA-RATTA-RATTA*!
The foreman is blasted with recoil! As Gizlek is sent hurtling backwards, the trigger is released by Reklik. Gizlek's back slams into the ground and vibration shakes his right arm mercilessly as the gun's handle clangs against the stone.

Gizlek groans with aggravation. "How come whenever you do something stupid, I'M THE ONE WHO GET'S HURT!?"
Reklik chuckles and helps him to his feet. They both turn and smirk at one another, then return to admiring their grand machination laying upon the chipped stone floor.
"I see it has a noteworthy side-effect." Reklik stated with a sigh.
"It has a habit of kicking back some flare, too." Gizlek stated "Hmmm, but I was thinking we could just add a helmet to our combat suit. That should counter-act the issue."

Reklik walks across the room and bends to peer into a comfortable-looking metal cage. A pint-sized murloc encompassed in armor lays sleeping across a bundle of hay. He reaches in and grazes his fingers across its slick skin.
"Why a murloc sir?" Foreman Gizlek asks.
Reklik grins valiantly at the opportunity to once again portray his strategic mind. He spun around and slapped his hand onto Gizlek's shoulder.
"Murlocs are one of the most vicious creatures to adorn this planet. A wild murloc will kill anything that isn't one of them without mercy. This little creature will grow up into an aggressive killing machine!"

Gizlek's eyes light up in admiration as a strafe of mortar shells slam into the side of their mountain, causes dust and light debris to fall from the roof of the cavern.
"Where will you release him sir!?"

Reklik turns and crouches. He glances deep into the face of the sleeping creature for perhaps the last time as it hiccups a small bubble and babbles nonsense to itself.
He reaches his hand into his jacket pocket and pulls out his small pocket watch. Reklik carefully clicks it open and sees his wife, his children and his old home. A home which he would never claim again. Laughter he will never hear again.

"Silverpine..."

Four years later...

A cool breeze whisps across the little murloc's wet face, battling at odds with the heat of strong sunshine. He wakes from his slumber and slowly opens his eyes, smacking his chops and tasting a strange taste in his mouth.
What taste? he thought. Not taste fish, no seawater... why cold!?

"Brrrr... MRRRGLL! Grglr!"
COVER IS ICE!?
The shivering murloc sits up amongst chunks of ice. He sees himself encased in what he sees as thick blue clothing. He lifts a finger and prods his new duds, quickly realising that he most likely didn't choose to wear such obscene material, if any at all. It is cold on his body and hard to his touch! Confused, he starts batting and prying against the strange apparel.

"MRRGLLGLGR!" He yells in frustration. With a high-pitched sigh, he sweeps the ice off

As he cleans his left arm, he notices something. The numbness in his legs has faded, and he can feel a weight upon his lap...

"Mrrrrgl? Grah?"
Black stick? What for?
He pokes and prods at the wierd contraption, then takes a liking to it.
For shiny! Shiny good!
He lifts his new charm and stands, intent on finding a warm place to paddle in. As he patters his way towards the smell of saltwater he tries one more schizophrenic attempt to dance out of his armor, then grumbles about the futility and treads back into pace.

The Silverpine Forest happens to be full of creatures, and a short way into the distance, two murlocs growl and taunt mindlessly at each other. They grip fiercly upon a shiny seashell!
"GRAH!" One pulls harshly, almost pulling the other from its footing.
"MRRGLL!" The shell is pulled back with ferocity!

The lonely little murloc hears the chaos as he approaches, pit-patting across the cold grass.
"Mrawg?"
Sound like me? Sound what!
As the small creature approaches the commotion, he gleefully squeals in delight!
"MRRRGLLGLGLG!"

"Gwar?" The two murlocs turn their heads and look at this odd thing. This odd, shiny little thing. They look at each other, and one releases his clasp upon the shell.

"Gurgle. Mrglgrgl!"
Lost, can help? The little creature pleads.

The two murlocs stare on in awe. The small murloc's words don't seem to be understandable to them. They seem dazzled by this unusual new trinket!

"Grglrglr? Grawglr!"
Wrong what? We family!

The shell falls to the ground, and the two murlocs start running! They pitter-patter greedily towards their little treasure!
"GRIIIIIiiii!" The little murloc cries in confused terror! He starts to flee!
"MRRGLRLGLRGL!" they yell!
The poor, tiny murloc bolts down the path of Silverpine Forest.

"Magic training is so boring." A Dalaran Wizard complains to another.
"You said it!" Agrees her gnome comrade. "I wish for once we had more to look at than pine trees and those blasted murlocs."
"GRIIIIII!" The little murloc scampers by in a fit of horror!
They turn just in time to see it pattering off down the road with two rabid murlocs in tow.
"THAT'S IT!" The human exclaims "I'M PORTING OUT!"

Luckily for our little antagonist, their are more sensitive ears in Silverpine today. A goblin trader walking the path turns when he hears the racket.
"Whaaaat? What in the blazes is that!?" He clamors.

The little murloc screeches to a halt in front of this green-skinned creature. For a brief moment it feels trembling fear, but something inside it remembered something. This thing felt.. familiar!
Deciding this might be his saviour, the little murloc bolts up to this green-skinned ally and hugs his leg!

"Hey hey HEY! Watch the duds! What the copper coin is going on here!?"
The little murloc stared up at his new hope and started crying in desperation.
"Grriiii... Griiiew..."   Help... friend...

The goblin looks deep into his eyes, then looks up at the two murlocs standing close by. He has but moments to think before they gather courage to attack!
"Well, I don't know much about murlocs. You don't exactly like commerce. I do know you like... shiny things!"

The goblin pulls a polished malachite out of his coin purse and waves it in front of the murlocs!
"Graaaaaw?" They are stunned by its shimmering quality!
"It's yours! Hah! It's only worth a silver anyway!" The goblin throws the jewel towards them!

All three murlocs jump upon the stone and begin to squabble over it!

"Heheh! Well, this is for your own good!" He proclaims, and walks over to the mess of murloc banter. He clasps his hand on the shoulder of the little murloc and pulls him away.

"GRIIIIiiiii." *grumble*

"Well ain't that something? A grumbling murloc. A friendly one at that. I suppose you've seen goblins before, haven't you?"
"Mrrrglgrglgraw.. Murglaw!" *grunt*
Speaks funny... Speak fish!
"What's this you got here? Woooh, I haven't seen a gun like this before!"
The goblin picked up the machine gun from the little murloc's hands.

"Mrrrgl! *grunt* Grawr! Mrlgrgl!"
"It's alright, staaay calm lil' zippa! I'll have this back to you in a flash! Let's see now... dang! My finger won't fit in this trigger-hole!"

The goblin hands the machine gun back to the angry little fish, and takes his hand.
"Put your finger here... and tap."
The murloc grumbles, looks carefully at the trigger, and gives it a quick press!

*RATTA-RATTA-RATTA*
"MURGRAAAAH!" The other murlocs drop their malachite and flee!
The little murloc falls over from the recoil!
"OOooo-BABY! What a sweet gatta! I like your style kid!"
The murloc sits up and looks over his little 'charm' with a *grunt*. What an obnoxious shiny!

"Well, you don't look like any murloc I know, so I guess you're alone?"
The murloc keeps grumbling to itself while it fidgets with its gun.
"Would you like to come with me?" asked the goblin, reaching out a hand.
The little murloc pauses and pushes its head against the goblin's hand.
"Grawrgl... Murglagrawrgl?"
Familiar... why familiar?

"Come along now my fiesty fishy friend! You can call me Grifkin Steamcog, and I think I know what I'll call you...

Epilogue

Grifkin called the little murloc 'Grunty', after this grumbling habits.
Grunty never did become an unstoppable war machine, but that was mostly due to blind coincidence. There were many dangerous souls in Silverpine Forest, and his new goblin friend's kind-hearted ways were enough to keep Grunty innocent.

Grunty went home with his new friend Grifkin, and lived by the sea with him on the Lost Isles for the longest time.

grunty the murloc marine was an exspirement that the terran created. He escaped the lab when the zerg forces attacked the space station one of the scientists stuck him in an escape pod and jetisend from the space station and was drifting through the universe when he went through a portal and landed in azeroth in the woods where the goblins found him and took him to the lost isles and a goblin engineer alterd one of the rifles in the pod to fit in his little hands and alterd the ammo to fit in it and when he was redy to leave the goblins took him back to where they found him and he went to find a new way home.

{The voice of James Earl Jones will be our Narrator.}

~fade in from black~Part one

Let me tell you a tale of a young Space Marine lost in a world that is not his own, abandoned by his mother for reasons only she knows. Young Grunty wakes to see a grand expanse of foliage, filled with creatures and insects he has never seen. The large trees of the wood, the grass and breeze that smells sweet of the flowers and grasses over whelm him for a time. Grunty slowly begins moving through the woods; taking in the sounds, the sites and smells of this strange land.

As young Grunty is looking around he comes acrossed an area with a lush Lake, We here in the lands of Azeroth know this lake as Crystal Lake in the Elwyn Forrest. Grunty takes a long cool drink of the water and finds it very refreshing. He sits for a time just looking over the lake, seeing the wild life, enjoying the Islands and trees and thinking of his mother. Knowing not what could have caused her to leave him here he begins to turn a bit sad, wondering if he will ever see his mother or the worlds he knows ever again. Sitting against a rock near the edge of the lake he stairs up at the unusual sky as the sun begins to set noticing the colors changing, and the sounds around him slowly fading; he realizes he should find some shelter for the night and chooses a large bush near by that would be just right. Grunty quickly grabs up some sticks and some twigs to keep a fire and he gathers some soft leaves to make a make shift bed in this bush that will shelter him tonight. He stares into the fire thinking again of his mother and says "Good night mom" softly and fades to an unsettled sleep.

Young Grunty awakes to a strange sun rise having dreamed of his mother and strange turmoil and a long journey though these dreams didn't answer any questions only adding more. Grunty , being hungry, decides to do some quick re-con of the area to find food. While looking about he comes acrossed a couple of creatures that at first seem very strange. Observing them for a time Grunty finds there is something very familiar about these beings yet he feels strange about them. He attempts to speak with them yet finds he does not understand them, however he does recognize from his education that these may be distant ancestors of his kind. Grunty, after failing to communicate with these odd Murlocks he continues foraging for food. He finds some nice sweet fruit, and some sort of melon and goes back to what he decides will be his base in the Bush from the night before.

Now having subdued his hunger Grunty goes about gathering up some supplies, First some wood to keep a fire and to fortify his sleeping area. Next some more fruit for just a couple days so as not to spoil before he can eat them. While foraging he comes acrossed some worn cloth and decides This would make an excellent marker to locate his base by and cleaned up some bandages in-case he needs them. After returning to his now small base camp and making the distinct changes, stowing his food and raising a bit pf a flag he rests a short time by the lakes edge

Grunty decides he better do some more research on the area and heads out to see what he can find. Several hours pass and Grunty realizes it is beginning to become night and starts back to camp. Along the way he hears some strange noises he hadn't heard before and notices footsteps coming in his direction. Knowing very little of the area still Grunty decides it would be good to find cover and watch carefully. Feeling a bit nervous and excited all at the same time Grunty sees coming through the wood several new creatures. Never has he seen such beings and his excitement grew! Grunty watched from the cover of the bush several Worgen and Goblins came into his view. Now this group was trying to find some solace from the cameras and lights as well as the fans at Blizzcon 2009. Being new and a bit shy they decided to head away from the con somehow together.

As this group comes closer, Grunty's nervous excitement builds and he unconscionably let out a bit of a squeak. The sharp ears of the Worgen's in the group pick up on the sound and they alert the group who begin to seek out the source. One Goblin,having Sharp eyes, noticed the odd shaking of the bush where our young Grunty was concealed. Slowly sneaking around the opposite side the Goblin jumps into the bush and grabs Grunty tight. The Goblin exclaimed " I got it! I got it! ... What is it!?" The Goblin steps out of the bush as the rest of his group gathers round to see what he has. Grunty squirming and trying to get out of the grasp of the Goblin finally flips free and spirals to the ground landing on his feet. He takes and snaps his small gun into aiming at the group and walks in a circle in place. He says " I am Grunty" and continues to explain " I am lost, my mother left me here alone!" The Group of Worgen and Goblins Shocked at the fact this odd creature speaks try to calm him down. A Worgen named Blyth speaks up."Easy young one we will not hurt you, we are just seeking some quiet on our way to our homes." Grunty stops, blinks in amazement mouth slightly open and slowly lowers his small gun. Grunty then continues,"What Er ah Who are you?" Blyth again speaks "I Am a Worgen as is my friend Faylynx our travel companions are Goblins Nix and Rohtoh. We are traveling to our homes from a gathering where we were introduced with more of our kind to yet another world. We grew tired of Flashing lights and the clamor of these beings known as Earthlings.We just want to make our way to our homes!" Nix speaks up " Why would your mother leave you alone in a world you know nothing about or no one in?""were you bad?" nix finished. "I do not know why mother would leave me like this I was never bad all I have are some Dream memories of some kind of turmoil and a long journey is all." explained Grunty.

Noticing the fading twilight Grunty says "If you mean me no harm then you can come share my fire and camp just a bit away from here near a lake if you would like." The group agrees as they had been traveling so very long and could use some eats and some new company. Grunty leads them to his small base camp. Grunty builds a fire while the group of new acquaintances set up some semblance of camp around the fire. Grunty takes out the food he had gathered, the Goblins and Worgens shared what they had as well and while eating Faylynx spoke up and ask what Grunty could tell them of his past. Grunty said "Very little actually." as he continued he spoke of schooling and his friends. then came some turmoil and confusion. His memories them skip to a Long Journey traveling in secret and in many lands. Grunty continues to explain remembering bits and pieces of tunnels of lights swirling around and sudden land appearing. He too remembers events of violence unseen by his kind before, entire worlds being turned upside down and ravaged then waking up here alone! Rohtohs head lowers and her eye fix on the flames of the fire'. She speaks softly to Grunty." Young Grunty I am truly saddened by the tale you have spoken to us here." she continued " I believe all of us would agree to help you as much as we can to find your way. Be it here or to your own land." and she goes back to looking deep into the fire. Blyth and all others in the group agree they would divert from there trek home to help young Grunty as much as they could. As all turn in for the night Grunty places the wood on the fire for over the night and walks slowly to the lakes edge from camp. He stops and listens to the water lapping at the bank, takes a deep breath of the fragrant,cool night air and looks up at the night sky with all the stars now so alien, and the moon of this world and says to him self "If you are alive, I will get back to you mother!"Grunty turns back to his base camp, his new friends already settled in and he crawls into his make shift shelter and bed and fades off to sleep.

A new morning dawned. Grunty woke surprisingly happy and full of new hope. He peered out and the Worgens and Goblins were still there to his amazement. He thought " It wasn't another dream." He climbed out of the bed and stretched, Mornings all around from all as they ate a morning meal. While they were finishing the meal and packing up camp. Blyth spoke up and said "As we are all going to help our new friend I have heard of a race of beings on some islands near a place called Kalimdor." "they are supposed to be from a race that uses technology,maybe they can Help>"he concluded. Grunty smiled and said "If they can't maybe they know some that can or maybe they will take me as one of their own at least." Nix spoke up as he slung his pack onto his back "Then we will need to make our way to a city here called Stormwind and see about getting a ride on a bout to Kalimdor." Grunty finished cleaning up his camp,leaving the bed in-case he may need to use it once more and said"Then I am off to Stormwind with my new friends" smiled and walked over to Blyth and nix looked at each and said "I am as ready as I will ever Be Lets go lets go!". Laughing Blyth reaches down, pats Grunty's head as if to say calm down, looked at the group and headed off toward Stormwind.Showing he had been around here before.

Now as the rabble made their way to the road that would lead them to Stormwind, Grunty listened to the tales of quests for gold and fame and of quests for Honor and Glory of the new found friends. All the while trying his best to remember what had brought his mother to leave him alone here. He found he had a hard time gathering his thoughts much less memories. It was then they came to the road and met up with a great Warrior by the name of Jezojin on his large white cat. They spoke for a time there where they met. Jezojin agreed to travel with them as he was heading to Stormwind as well. Grunty asked, while Jumping up and down, if he would be able to ride on the beautiful beast Jezojin was riding. Jezojin reached down and hoisted Grunty up with a chuckle

Now, While riding with Jezojin, Grunty felt the supple fur of the great black spotted white cat. Listening to the new stories of Jezojin, Grunty's mind wondered yet once more to thoughts of his mother. Flashes shot through his mind of large battles, Secret meetings and being hidden away.As these images faded again young Grunty again listens to the tales intently. Tales of mighty, deadly beasts.Tales of adventures Jezojin had taken and tales of times of both sorrow and of joy. The talking a tales made the journey to Stormwind seem to take no time at all. Up ahead Grunty gets a glimpse of a Gate and travelers of all types. Excited Grunty stretches to get a better look and tumbles off of Jezojin's mount to the ground. Laughing, Grunty gets to his feet, still wide eyed in awe of so many different and interesting travelers.Jezojin and the group of new friends ask if Grunty is ok from his tumble. They all have a bit of a chuckle and then Jezojin informs the group this is where he had to part ways. He said they should safe for the time and if they needed information to speak with any guard or city official. He salutes the group and he and his beautiful cat mount ride on into the city.

As our group makes their way to the gate of Stormwind, Grunty looks at the structures size in awe. So much does he look at the wall and gate that he actually fell back wards as they got to the top of the stairs.Faylynx helped young Grunty to his feet as Blyth spoke with the Gate Guards and found out how to get to the docks and the boat to Kalimdar. It was at this moment Nix and Rohtoh began to argue with each other. Now they were speaking in Goblin so the rest did not understand. Obviously, by his posture, Nix was very upset about something and Rohtoh was trying to not only calm him down but explain something.

Now it was becoming evening so our troupe decide before they look around and head for Kalimdar to get a bite to eat and to stay at the Inn for the night. As they bed-ed down for the night Grunty slid into the bed and felt the warmth of the sheets and cover and thought how nice it was to sleep in a bed once again. Dozing off Grunty can still here the continued argument between Nix and Rohtoh. This fades and Grunty, in the soft comfort of the mattress, snuggles in and before he falls off completely he whispers "Good night mom and my new friends."

A sudden sound jolted Grunty from his sleep. Confused, he slid out of bed and looked for his friends. None of them were there sleeping. He ran to a window to see that in the streets of Stormwind there was fighting. A massive night attack on this City was underway. Grunty ran back to where he had been sleeping a moment before, looking around he noticed a parchment set on his pillow that wasn't there before. just as he picked it up Blyth and Faylynx ran in gathered up their things and Blyth exclaimed "Grunty get in my pack we have to make a run for the Docks!" While getting in Grunty asks " Where are Nix and Rohtoh?" " Are they coming with us?" he queried further as Blyth followed Faylynx down the staircase. "NO!" shouted Blyth. "They are Fighting on the side of those that attacked this city Though the said they would try to help us get out of the Inn and toward the Docks." Blyth continued.Stopping at the door and peering out Grunty remembered the sounds of battle and the smell of Explosions and blood. After all he,though young was a Space Marine in Training. His Family had Always been Space Marines as far back as there had been such!Faylynx ducked quickly and an arrow slammed into the wooden door of the Inn where her head had been. She looked at Blyth as if to say 'here we go again' then they darted out the door. Blyth pulled two swords as he ran down the stairs of the Inn in preparation to defend them on the way to the docks. He and Faylynx paused only for a moment to shoot a stair at Nix and Rohtoh. Nix looked more cross than when he had been arguing the night before with Rohtoh. Rohtoh could not look at Grunty as the three ran in the streets dodging and ducking. Grunty watched as Nix was slashed in the chest by a guard and fell to the ground before the three turned a corner. The further away from the edges of the City the less battle and more confusion there was. Blyth and Faylynx took this change to stop and slip into a cub-by to catch their breath and also to check on Grunty.

After this brief pause the rabble, now only three, carefully made their way to the docks. Somehow, the docks were out of the attack; though confusion reigned as many were attempting to leave the city this way. Blyth grabbed a soldier as he was running by and asked which dock would get them on the boat to Kalimdar.The soldier pointed to the correct dock, Blyth thanked him quickly and the soldier ran off to the ongoing battle. The three run through the confused mass and make it to the dock. they managed to even get to the edge as the boat to Kalimdar pulled in. They ran aboard and Grunty Whispered to Blyth "Can we sit up in the front up there? I have never been on a vessel like this." Blyth smiled and gestured for Faylynx to follow him and they made there way to the fore deck. Pulling away from the dock our rabble can here the raging battle going on in the city to their dismay. Grunty wriggles out of the pack on Blyth's back and looks over the edge briefly and watches the water glistening in the moon light slip quietly under the boat.

Blyth and Faylynx sat and breathed a bit of relief to be out of the city. Grunty turned from the rail and sat near them and said " I found this on my bed just as the two of you came in and grabbed me up. I think it is from Rohtoh." Grunty hands the simple parchment paper to Faylynx. Faylynx unties the string around it and unrolls the parchment and begins to read aloud

"Faylynx,Blyth and young Grunty.

By now you realize that there is an attack on Stormwind. If you stayed in the Inn then I will make sure Nix and I fight right outside as long as we can in hopes you all get away. Knowing of the attack you may have devised that the argument Nix and I were having was about whether or not to tell it was coming. I wish now I had said something but feared if I did nix would have killed you all in your sleep. I myself just want to lead a peaceful life but see this may never happen.Nix was approached some time ago to join sides with the Horde by a very Mysterious being. They always met in dark and secret and when I would ask my brother what they were about he reassured me it was to attempt to grant us a peace in our home. I fear that this mysterious stranger is not truly going to provide this peace he promises. I truly hope the three of you escape the city and that you young Grunty can find your way. What ever that leads to being. As long as you are all together take care and be safe, I pray we all meet again one day and will remain friends. Though I do not believe Nix and I will see the sunrise! Blessings be with all of you and farewell.

Rohtoh"

Faylynx rolls the letter up and hands it back to Grunty. Grunty fingers the parchment for a moment then suddenly he throws it overboard. Faylynx places her hand on Grunty and looks at him deeply in a moment of calming. Grunty looked up and asked "Will the two of you leave me too?" Blyth and Faylynx reassured him that they would stay with him as long as it took for them to find his way, how ever long and what ever way that would lead too. Grunty once more walks over to the rail and stares out at the water. Off the side he notices a great disturbance in the water. Blyth comes over and stands beside him and looks out at it to. Blyth says " That, ... out there, ... that is the great maelstrom. A great vortex of whirling water and storms." to Grunty."Maelstrom?" Grunty repeats looking into the distance." Something like my life is and Stormwind is now huh?" he continued.Faylynx says "Something just like that Grunty." and stands beside him too looking off at the Whirling mass in the distance,

Part Two Still Narrated by  James Earl Jones-

Before long they see the shores of Kalimdor ahead of them. They decide to make their way down to the lower deck. The boat pulls up to the dock and many exit with them. Blyth and Faylynx look around and find some one to ask where they would find a way to Azure Myst Isle and see if the Race known as Draenei could help young Grunty. Faylynx and Grunty sat near the dock to wait for Blyth. When Blyth returned he said they had to catch another boat from another dock. They decided they would have a Morning meal here then make there way to the dock. While they ate all three were rather silent. This gave Grunty a chance to try and bring memories back. Yet again small flashes, pieces nothing more! Grunty was brought out of his thoughts by Blyth tapping him on the shoulder and saying for him to climb back into his pack.

The trio make their way to the other dock; talking about things unimportant for a change.They arrive and wait there on the dock. Looking out into the water at the million Diamond like sparkles caused by the sun. Grunty speaks in the relative quiet of the moment "How do you think Stormwind and all there fared the attack?"he says. Blyth says solemnly "I am certain they are better now and that the attack was turned back. " Grunty asks "Do you think Rohtoh and Nix are well? I saw Nix get struck before we turned the first corner." Faylynx looks deeply at Blyth and turns to Grunty and says"What ever befalls Nix he brought it to himself young one." she continued "If you saw him fall perhaps Rohtoh was able to drag him out of the City and to safety." Grunty nods at her and points. Into view came the boat they needed to get to the Azure Myst Isle. The board the ship, surprisingly alone. The take a spot there on the main deck to rest as the boat pulls away,

There rose out of the distance the Azure Myst Isle. Grunty looked on as the isle grew large the closer the boat got. Noticing that though similar to the rest he has seen in this world, it is still far different in some ways familiar to him, in many others strange. The trio disembark the boat and walk down the dock. The three slowly make there way to what looks to be the city, which in reality is the wrecked Draenei ship 'The Exodar' in hopes of finding some rest as they are all exhausted from so much travel,the battle waking them in Stormwind and just natural tired all added together.The trio walk closer and Grunty realizes this is a crashed Space vessel and tells Blyth and Faylynx what they are actually looking at. The group looks around and finds something similar to an INN and get beds for the night eat early and all fall asleep fast and deeply.

Morning came again and our trio packs up their things and they sit together eating quietly a breakfast Blyth bought them. Grunty fidgets alot while he eats. Faylynx asks him " What is wrong Grunty you are all over your seat?" Grunty replies "I slept well and am excited to get to the day." Faylynx smiled as did Blyth who said before either of the other two were up he had been asking around about who they may talk to for some help for Grunty. Blyth reveals some had directed him to an old mechanic that was just a short walk away. Grunty jumped up and down in his seat "Lets go, Lets go, Lets go already" with joy in his voice. Blyth and Faylynx grab there things, take a few more quick bites and of the trio goes.

They arrive at the Old Mechanics place all strewn with parts and pieces of things. The three here some grumbling coming from the old Draenei just around the back. The three slowly goes around the side of the house and see the legs of the old Mechanic hanging out from under some old cloth. Blyth Speaks up "Excuse us. ....Excuse us." He tries a bit louder "Excuse US!"the old Mechanic startles and slams into something metal under the cloth. "What, Who, Where Who's there?" the Grumbling voice asked as the old Mechanic slid out from under the cloth. He got to his feet and looked shocked. "Why-- your not my daughter!" he exclaimed. "No" Explained Blyth. "We have traveled a long time and distance to come speak with you." Blyth continued. The Old mechanic shook his head and rubbed the sore spot on his forehead where he slammed into the metal.He looked at the trio for a moment. "Bah" he bellowed "You don't mean harm come in, come in."he said as he wiped his hands on a cloth and headed into the Hut or what ever he may have called what he built to live in. He ushers them in and exclaims"I don't have much. Some Tea, some good bread and cheese a few apples because my daughter hasn't brought me my food today she is running late from Stormwind" Our trio glance at each other, Grunty looks at the table, as Faylynx speaks out "Was she in Stormwind yesterday?" She asked "Yes and the day before" The grumble voice of the mechanic starts"She goes to Stormwind two times a month for us and sells goods and buys food and other Items we need" "Why do you ask stranger?" Faylynx voice becomes softer"We were in Stormwind too bed-ed at the Inn, during the Night there was an attack, we barely made the boat to Kalimdor ourselves." The gruff voices wavers from the mechanic"Oh dear no, my...""She may have made one of the boats out and is delayed because she was on one going some where else." interjected Blyth confidently. "Y..Yess that may be true... You are likely right she will show up when she gets it straightened out.""Now Lets have some tea and you can tell me what brings you to this place!"as he sits with a tray full of fruit,bread,cheese and tea.

So the group sat about his kitchen, sharing food and drink and Blyth spoke " We ran acrossed our little friend Grunty here in the Elwyn Forrest. He was left in this world by his mother and we are trying to help him find his way." "I see hmm yes I see"the mechanic says inquisitively while look over Grunty really well. "Grunty do you speak?" the old Mechanic queries.'Yes sir I speak well sir." Grunty replies."So tell e what it is you want, what is it that I may be able to help a little fellow such as you." Grunty looks at Faylynx who nods approval.Then Grunty looks at Blyth who smiles an nods also. Grunty looks back at the old mechanic and begins to speak "What Blyth said is true, the did find me in the wood. My mother did leave me here alone. I have had alot happen in the last few days and have thought alot about this world, my mother and what I want to do." "Exactly what is it Grunty?" the old mechanic asked. Grunty continued and said "Well know I have so much to learn about the lands of this world and all the beings and creatures here. I have also grown very fond of Faylynx and Blyth and hope we are friends but I really need to try and find a way back to my mother and find out what went on." The old mechanic looked at the trio and rubbed the beard on his chin for several moments. Sipped his tea. He stood and with out a word walked out of the kitchen and disappeared. Blyth, Grunty and Faylynx sat there looking at each other not knowing what to do. Eventually the all fell asleep.

Now our trio was startled awake by the Old Mechanic running in wildly and stomping about. "Come, Come quickly!"He shouted and ran back out of the house. Not knowing what was going on Blyth drew his swords, Faylynx mustered her concentration and Grunty spun up his gun and all ran out to the old Mechanic ready for a fight. All three stop short behind the mechanic who is prattling on" My Daughter! My Daughter! There on the mammoth is my Daughter!!!!" He chortled with great glee. He helped his daughter down off of the mount, hugged her tightly and told her that his new friends had explained about the battle at Stormwind and the confusion at the docks. He told how they gave him hope that she had gotten on a wrong boat;which is exactly what had happened. He introduced the three and all of them helped to bring her bundles of food and supplies in.

After everything had settled, and the old Mechanics daughter was brought current of what was going on, what had brought the three strangers to them and what Young Grunty was doing and wished to do. The old Mechanics daughter looks at her father and say "Why don't you see if Grunt here can help get that little ship you have built out of parts to work and let him have that?" The old mechanic rubbed his brow and uttered "Hmmm Couldn't hurt I suppose." He picked up Grunty and carried him out back to where the cloth was and he yanked hard on the cloth and as it fluffed up and fluttered off it revealed a ship, not very big just right to hold the Mechanic and his daughter in-fact. "I call her the Resurrection I do. She has the speed to best anything in the stars, armored to take a great beating and has some darn fine weapons I would put up against anything in the stars ... ... That is If I could figure out why the power system isn't powering her up." Grunty jumped off the old mechanics shoulder "I Can help I am sure of it!" he exclaimed. The Olds Mechanic agreed and the two went to work.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour, one hour turned into two. Before long it was late into the night, Faylynx had gone in with the mechanics daughter and was now sleeping, Blyth had fallen asleep at the entrance to the Mechanics place while staring at the stars. The hours rolled on as they tend to do as all beings know. The Sun yet again broke over the horizon and began flooding the sky with hues of Purple then Orange and red followed by Yellow. Blyth felt the warmth of its rays and began to stir. Suddenly in the silence BOOOM whoosh a brilliant white light, a thundering boom then silence again. Blyth snapped to his feet swords ready in his hands, from inside the mechanics daughter and Faylynx ran out shouting in wonder at the commotion. Once all three were certain there was no attack, the mechanics daughter shouted" Pappy" and ran around to where the old mechanic and young Grunty had been working on the Resurrection. They stop, eyes wide in utter shock. The ship, Grunty and the old Mechanic were all gone! Did they just Vanish, did the ship explode into dust? Suddenly over head was the Resurrection coming down softly to rest right where it had been sitting. the rear Hatch opens and there, coming out of the craft was the old mechanic and Grunty.Dancing like they never have. "Did you see?! Did you see?! both Grunty and the Old Mechanic said in unison Excitedly. "Yes Yes" replied the three that had watched.

The old mechanic went right away to teaching Grunty how the ship works and all the functions. His daughter took Faylynx and Blyth and they began to put together food and supplies to put in the Resurrection for Grunty's trip to where ever that may be. Twilight came so fast that evening. Rushed up on all of them. Faylynx went and called in Grunty and the Old Mechanic. It came time to finish up for the day, eat and sleep. Grunty took long to fall asleep. He tossed and turned with his dreams. He flipped around all over his mat on the floor.

Blyth was up before dawn. He sat just outside the door flicking a stone around with his boot. No sooner had the first rays peeked acrossed the horizon suddenly Grunty jumped up shouting "I know what to do! I know what to do! I have to hurry Really everyone I have to hurry." Blyth burst in "Grunty what is it?" I know how to get home but I have to go Now before the Sun is fully in the Sky!"Grunty cried out. Blyth grabbed Grunty and ran for the Resurrection. The Old Mechanic stumbled out the front door followed by Faylynx and his daughter. Grunty told Blyth "Thank you, Thank all of you so much! Tell Faylynx and the others I said Good Bye. Let them know I will come back some day I Promise!" With That Blyth gave Grunty a pat and ran back around front to the confused others and got them all down.

Then there was the whirring of the engines, as the Resurrection rose from the ground a Great gust swirled around the Old Mechanics house and Then BOOOM a trail of smoke up into the sky. The others watched in the not quite light not quite day. Meanwhile in the Resurrection Grunty , while making preparations is saying "Mom I know how to get back, ... Oh Mom I am Coming back Its the Maelstrom I just need to start A Jump just before the Maelstrom and the whirling tunnel of light will open and I will begin my Journey Home!" " I coming back here someday, but right now Momma I'm Coming home!" Grunty and the Resurrection broke through into space where Grunty paused as he turned the ship down to-wards the Maelstrom He takes a last look at these stars and starts to make the Jump, First Throttling the engines to full power and setting the Jump in the computer he barrels down directly at the Maelstrom as the count for the Jump draws closer there appears outside the Resurrection a Purple blue Mist. On the ground, Faylynx, the old Mechanic and his daughter and Blyth see the purple blue streak heading straight for the maelstrom. As they watch the purple over takes the blue and becomes a brilliant purple streak coming down out of the sky. Now at the same moment over at the little base camp Grunty had when we first met him, Rohtoh steps out of the Bush where she has been doctoring Nix. She looks up to see the streak "Go Grunty Go! and Goodbye" Now just at the point of entering the Maelstrom the purple streak turns into a swirling Golden Purple opening in the sky and Grunty and the Resurrection are Gone!

All Grunty's new friends watch as the swirling light spins every wider until it seems it is every where all at once and then it is gone replaced by the Sun rise. So Faylynx and Blyth gather their things

, Blyth gives every one Grunty's Thanks and message that he would return and He and Faylynx make there way back to there lands. Relatively things seem to return to normal; or do they????

Will we see Grunty again? We just might very soon. What happens with Rohto and Nix as well as Blyth and Faylynx? Well all these are tales for another time maybe even another place!

~Fade to black~

{Special thanks to our Narrator James Earl Jones}

Story by Dragon Stormwolf.

Crowstorm of Clan Stormwolf

Feathermoon

Grunty was a simple Murloc, and by simple I mean incredibly stupid, who had unfortunatley encountered a Gnome Engineer trying out his Transporting machine, in awe Grunty saw the flashing lights and futuristic sounds, Grunty became incredibly excited screaming 'Gwlrwr!!!!' and rushed towards the invention, smashing his head into it; BLOOP BEEP BLOOP! The lights became blinding, the Gnome was shouting and screaming, eventually running away from his machine, it rocked and bounced until it started to phase between dimensions; Grunty was absorbed into the machine as it disappeared!

We can rebuild him.....We have the technology......

Grunty opened his eyes to find himself in some sort of blue suit. AND A GUN!? Grunty jumped in disbelief and shouted 'Mwrlwrlrrrr!!!' He touched a button very carefully and slowly....BOOM! The gun shot clean through the house! A goblin shreiked 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID LITTLE MURLOC!' Grunty was confused. 'grrrrrrrr, thats gonna take weeks to rebuild! you realise how much effort I took creating your armour and making that gun! I knew i should've entrusted it to a goblin, not some dumb and radical murloc!' Grunty had had enough....He shot the goblin clean in the face and ran for it, bumping into another goblin, and killed that one too. He went on such a shooting spree, he shot a towards a mountain in the reigon.....realising that it was a volcano......the gunshot hit the edge of the volcano....silence. Then; BOOM! The volcano began to erupt, Grunty saw thousands of Goblins shreik and head for the water, in which he saw a few ships, Grunty then ran with the Goblins, who were extremely startled, and sat on board the S.S Implode waiting for the destination of Home.

so you want to know about me grunty? Well I want to be a full size space marine that one night in the woods with the Goblins and the worgen comeing back from blizzcon that every one is wondering what what happened is that they got in a fight about who gets to bring me home when I tried to stop them by shooting in the air Bam-Bam then someone found us and then then the worgen and the goblins ran away then the mages of undercity found me and brought me to undercity and that my friend is my story.

My entry :D

So it began...

The always eager Grunty, a weak but very clever Murloc.
Never complained always was confident about things, things in his life went better than anyone thought.
He had a great life, but barely got any attention since Blizzcon '09 started. This is his story to get his attention back.

Grunty was born in a small village near Southshore.
Everyday Grunty watched the Forsaken fight the Humans and dwarfs while sometimes strange adventurers attacking his people. As Grunty watched his people fight, he looked and learned the fighting technique’s of both sides. Grunty went training himself with first training against dummy’s he made out of clam meat he found near his village. As  time went on he became stronger, and more experienced.
One day the Murloc Chief of the village walked up to Grunty and ordered him to assemble an army, the Murlocs did not want to suffer anymore he said, it was time to attack and get over with it once and for all. So as he got his orders Grunty called all the villagers up and they all trained to get ready to fight.

A few days later the army was assembled and all villagers ready to fight for their village.
Grunty, the Commander of his army climbed up a hill to scout for tactical places to attack, as he watched over the lands he saw a huge fight between Horde and Alliance.
As time flew Grunty kept patient and waited for a sign of himself to charge with his army.
A breeze of cold wind blew past his fins, he ordered his army to attack.
The sound of thousand feet stamping their way to the first village in Hillsbrad Foothills, the horrible sound of a thousand Murlocs yelling: ‘’Rawglaah blarh rawlgaaaaah!’’ and the first Guards of Southshore went running away. Now following a lot of blood and guts of fighting the Southshore Guards a few Murlocs died and got wounded, a scout of Grunty’s army came to tell Grunty a message.
As Grunty waited for him to tell the message the scout shaked while he tried to say: ‘’S-s-sir… Y-y-y-y-our fa-a-amily-y  d-d-i-i-e-ed.’’Grunty lost his fierce expression, a few tears started to come up yet Grunty kept watching in front of him without a blink.As most of Southshore was destroyed, the Forsaken came to get the rest of Southshore down. But as they reached Southshore and saw the hundreds of Murlocs they thought twice, Sylvanas, who was with the army told them to retreat but some ignored the command and went into Southshore.
As the Forsaken ran into Southshore they burned the houses and the Murlocs watched at the Forsaken. Grunty, still watching in front of him ordered his army to attack the Forsaken.
In the sight of burning houses and a lot of corpses the Murlocs charged at the Forsaken army as they pulled out their weapons, yet there were too much Murlocs to kill for the Forsaken.
The Forsaken retreated and the Murlocs won the battle.
As Murlocs got rid of Southshore they looked at Grunty and cheered, Grunty with tears in his eyes but yet a confident expression on his face said : ‘’Gre-e-at battle army, now push forward to Tarren Mi…’’. Grunty tried to finish his sentence when the ground started shaking heavily. A captured Southshore Guard yelled: ‘’Earthquaaaaaake!’’.

The Murlocs started panicking most started freaking out and ran around, Grunty watched around himself.
Grunty couldn’t believe it he saw a huge wave showing up behind him, it must’ve been bigger than anything anyone ever seen before. Grunty took a deep breath as he saw the huge wave crushing his village and some remaining Murlocs. The wave hit the rocks while some further the ground started bursting, while he whispered: ‘’This cannot be happening, or… can it?’’. 
Grunty and his army got sucked into the wave and the water could be heard in the woods of Stranglethorn Vale.

Some days later in the lands of Azshara.
Along the shore of Azshara was a path of destruction.
Grunty slowly opened his eyes as he saw the huge pile of wreckages and creature’s.
Grunty heard some strange noises, as he looked he saw a human with hairy army and a goblin argue about something.
Grunty walked in their direction, as he came near he saw more of the goblins and humans with strangely hairy arms, they were all arguing about something.
Now the humans with the strange arms and goblins looked at Grunty, they were surprised by his presence and him being alive since he had so much wounds over his body.
The seem able leader of the humans stepped forward to Grunty and yelled: ‘’What are YOU doing here!?’’
One of the goblins also stepped forward and said: ‘’Leave him alone, don’t you see that he’s wounded enough already?’’
The human went angry and shouter: ‘’Shut up you green betrayer, we Worgen have got enough of your whining!!’’
The Worgen and Goblins went back to fighting again.
Grunty tried to stand up again and saw fighting again. Since the Goblins had guns the Worgen didn’t have much of a chance and the goblin leader asked: ‘’Care to join us in our journey young warrior?’’
Grunty, having problems with even standing up said: ‘’I guess so, I have nothing better to do I think since I stranded here! Where are you guys going?’’
The goblins yelled: ‘’Orgrimmar’’
One goblin said: ‘’Or what’s left of it…’’


A few hours later in the ruined Orgrimmar
‘’Okay, let’s all rest! The people who aren’t tired go search for resources!’’
Grunty and some goblins listened to the Goblin leader and searched for resources to make food and drinks.
As they were busy the goblins leader walked to Grunty.
When he reached Grunty he prodded him and said: ‘’How did you actually strand on Azshara?’’
As Grunty tried to stand up without making a noise he answered: ‘’Well a few years ago I was born in a Murloc village near Southshore, everything went great until strange adventurers began to attack my village! One day I was sick of it decided to train myself, I got asked to command the villagers to form an army and assault Southshore and Tarren mill, while I was battling the earth started shaking and a massive wave came upon me and my army… From that moment, I remember nothing anymore I don’t know what happened at all..’’
‘’Well…’’ the Goblin said impressed. ’’You’re a strong little warrior aren’t you, and by the way you can call me Artanis’’; As he smiled toward Grunty.
‘’Let my men get good enough resources and I’ll contact my old friend from the Space Marines!’’
Artanis walked further as Grunty kept looking for resources.

A few days later
‘’I have received great news for you Grunty!’’
As the healed Grunty enthusiastically jumped upon the desk of Artanis he yelled: ‘’What?’’ with a happy sound in his speaking.
‘’I’ve been granted the technology to build an armor suit for you, especially from the Space Marines!’’
Grunty confused but still enthusiastic asked: ‘’Armor suit?’’
‘’Yes, the best armor you can get in the whole world of Azeroth, basically it isn’t even from this planet’’. Artanis smiles.
‘’Well okay… thanks I guess?’’ Grunty said even more confused.
Artanis said: ‘’Well get ready, we’ll need to let you rest while we get your armor up and ready’’
Grunty answered: ‘’I’ll try my best’’ As he went lying down and fell asleep.

Hours and hours later
‘’Grunty wake up!, Grunty hey!’’
Grunty looked up and got a fright.
‘’What the hell is this?!’’ As Grunty stood up and walked outside to a mirror he was looking around.
The armor made squeaking sounds and the sun shined upon the blue armor and the cap.
Grunty turned around while the sun was shining on his armor it reflected the sunlight, the surrounding goblins were yelling and applauding, some of them got blinded by the shining armor and kept their hands in front of their eyes while trying to watch.
Grunty got a great feeling, a feeling of being proud and confident. For as long as his feelings kept on Artanis walked up to him while he said: ‘’Grunty… It’s time for you to leave’’
Grunty turned around shocked and asked: ‘’But… why?!’’
Artanis answered: ‘’I feel something bad is happening, not for us but for you.’’
Grunty asked: ‘’What?’’ with disappointment showing on his face.
Artanis said: ‘’Because of something only you can do now, fight your destiny’’
A few goblins walked towards Grunty and gave him a gun and bullets.
Artanis said: ‘’Now go, with these special bullets grinded out of old Space Marine armor and a gun from an old war that has been enhanced you need to fight… fight for YOUR destiny.’’
Grunty felt tears coming up again but started walking away, without any question just obeying his orders.
‘’What am I supposed to do? Where to go?! I can’t cope with this!’’ He said to himself.
As he walked further towards nowhere with a lot of questions within his head he tried out his gun on confused critters running around in Durotar.
An enormous shadow fell over him, he looked around with fright in his eyes. Behind him was a huge Zerg army, he quickly grabbed his gun and was ready to shoot.
Grunty heard a high pitched tone, he looked around while covering his ears.
He saw kind of an Portal opening in front of him, a few huge guys with same armor as him and same gun stood in front of him with backs turned to him. One said with a robot like voice: ‘’Stand back Grunty we got this…’’ as they started shooting. In his head Grunty thought about Artanis: ‘’So… I got Space Marine armor… so that must mean…’’ Grunty went silent. ‘’Artanis is a Space Marine!’’ he yelled. The Space Marines in front of him turned around with a fright and started yelling: ‘’No, what have you done!’’

A loud roar sounded from the depths of Orgrimmar.
Something came storming towards Grunty , the Space Marines and Zergs.
Grunty looks up and sees a huge Goblin with same armor as his but different color.

‘’Artanis!’’ Grunty and the Space Marines yell.

‘’Your time has come Grunty, you need to fight my in order to get the people’s attention at Blizzcon. Do your best’’ Artanis says with a deep roaring voice.

Grunty wakes up out of confusion, looks at Artanis and yells: ‘’I’ll get the attention I deserve, even if I need to kill you!’’
Grunty runs up to Artanis, Artanis starts firing with rockets towards Grunty.
Grunty evades the rockets while yet running to Artanis.
The Space Marines and Zergs were fighting each other off until one of the rockets came  and crushed most of them, the remaining Space Marines yelled at Grunty: ‘’Grunty! You can do i-t-t’’ They slowly faded.
As the fight went on Grunty got trouble with all the rockets. He yelled: ‘’Can’t you play a bit more fair?!’’ While evading the rockets. Artanis answered rapidly and fierce: ‘’I thought you’d want your attention back little murloc!’’
Grunty jumped upon the rockets as they kept coming he grabbed onto the huge armored leg of Artanis and started to climb upwards.
‘’Got you now!’’ Artanis yelled as he swung his arm to his leg nearly hitting Grunty but damaging his leg which he yelled after: ‘’Argh, you damn little bugger!’’
Grunty grabbed his gun and reloaded it with his ammo.
He quickly jumped up to the torso of Artanis and held on to a plate with his fright of heights he didn’t look downwards.
‘’Are you afraid?’’ Artanis said while laughing.
Grunty kept on to the plate and quickly looked around.
Something caught his eye, he saw a huge thin piece in the armor, he quickly shot a few bullets.
‘’What are you doing?!’’ Artanis yelled.
‘’Destroying you!’’ Grunty answered.
The bullets missed while Grunty kept spraying bullets toward the thin piece of plate.
‘’Had enough yet?!’’ Grunty yelled fierce.
‘’I won’t surrender!’’ Artanis shouted back at him.
One final bullet reached through the thin armored plate. There fell an awkward silence, the wounded Space Marines watched and waited.
‘’Malfunction, malfunction. Abort mission’’ Something said.
‘’Oh no you didn’t!’’ Artanis yelled.
The huge robotic armor of Artanis falls to the ground destroying everything around it.
The Space Marines look up while the armor with Artanis in it falls down towards them.
Grunty watches his last few seconds pass away while falling rapidly down to the ground with the armor.
A loud explosive sound come up and after a deep silence.
The Goblin that were in Orgrimmar ran towards the armor with a fright, seeing that their leader became a monster.
‘’Look there! Grunty!’’ A goblin yelled.
The goblins cheered while running towards Grunty.
When they neared him they start to worry. ‘’He hasn’t moved’’ a goblin child said with  sadness expressing on his face.
One of the Goblins turned Grunty’s armor around. With the fright of discovering Grunty wasn’t there.
‘’H-he-e-e i-i-s d-d-ead….’’ One of the goblins said.
Some Goblins started to search around for him.

A few days later
‘’Found nothing, have you?’’ one of the goblins said. Another goblin said: ‘’No, no luck. I guess… he IS dead…’’ A tear falls from his eyes to the ground.
Grunty was never found again. The goblins made a few monuments and drones to honor his death and gave them to the people on Blizzcon '09.
The toughest Murloc, dead.


Created by Rickynator
From Bladefist (EU)

My entry: 

Following the destruction of the well of eternity and the creation of the maelstrom the fabric between realities began to collapse and many creatures found themselves transported to azeroth, creatures such as zerglings and even the mighty Diablo fell victim to the universal teleportation. when A Terran domination science vessel became caught within a teleportation rift it Jettisoned many of it's vital research material, aboard one of the Jettisoned pods was Grunty, a newly created proto-type super solider that was created by splicing human and murloc DNA together. The science ship vanished, lost to the depths of the great sea, but Gruntys pod escaped with minor damage and crash landed in the anaheim woodlands. 

His pod was stummbled upon by a worgan hunter know as Rico, "hmm" growled Rico as he inspected the crashed vessel, he placed his paw on the battered surface and turned to his wolf companion Ajax, "seems as though this... whatever it is, landed here like it was launched by a catapult". Inspecting the pods vessel further, Rico activated the pods console, steam began to pour out of the pod. Alarmed the worgan jumped back, his rifle loaded and aimed at the pod's door. "steady" Rico said to himself, "steady", the cluncking of heavy feet on metal could be heard coming from within the mist, Rico's finger was poised on the trigger, when suddenly a shot rang out from behind him, He turned to see Ajax out cold from a concussive shot, before he had time to react 2 goblins burst from the trees above him and pinned him down with a frostweave net. "look what we have here Gaz" said the taller goblin, "it's one of them furry guys", A smirk grew on Gaz's wide face "yeah Zad, you shot his puppy dog real good" said Gaz, "you gonna shoot him too?". " Of course you idiot" Zade shouted, "and we'll become rich off of his wonderful discovery" "muhahahahahaha" the two goblin laughed with glee. Chu-click!! "what was that" exclaimed Gaz, the goblins turn and looked in fear of the figure standing in the pods door. "mglgurgl!!" shouted Grunty and with great precision he shot the weapons from the goblins hands, terrified the two goblins ran screaming. Rico looked on at the small creature with awe as he surveyed his surroundings until his gaze fell on the trapped worgen in front of him. "mglrguul?" grunty asked, Rico raised his eyebrow in confusion, was he going to kill him or spare him. Grunty cocked his gauss rifle, rico's life flashed before his eyes "this is the end" he thought. shots rang out over the woodland, Rico opened his eyes to see the little murloc had freed him. so to thank him he decided to teach the little murloc about being a hunter and about the world of Azeroth.

Prologue: Aeon-3

Four Days, Sixteen Hours Ago…

                The unmistaken groans of re-entry echo through the compartments of the APOD-33 Dropship as it descends upon the Terran Dominion Fortress world of Aeon-3 with a company of fresh marines.

“Great, another barren fortress world… is it too much to ask for a beach?” complained Pvt.Marcus.

“Sadly boy you ain’t getting no beach… down here its patrol this, watch that, and make sure some dumb scientist doesn’t make somethin’ worse than the zerg” replied Sgt.Miles.

The Drop Ship shudders as the atmospheric engine systems cut on and burn towards the Fortress below.

“APOD-33 99X, this is Dominion Command Center, you will proceed to drop location gamma on your HUD. Be prepared for heavy chop, the winds are kicking up down here. Over” the radio screams across the console.

“Take her in nice and slow… drop us right on target” the captain says.

Four Days, Fifteen Hours Ago…

                Deep within the Fortress Structure the Commander begins his speech to the Company of Marines.

“Welcome Marines to the Dominion Command Center on Aeon-3. I know I am not your usual commanding officer, but as he was lost during a skirmish with pirates in the fringe I will be expecting you all to follow my orders” the commander says.

“This fortress structure has been built and maintained for the sole use of research and development… shortly put were here to guard a bunch of scientists while they fiddle around in a lab, but that does not change our duties. As the War against the Zerg continues we must advance our technology to combat this menace, and that is why we are here” the commander continues.

“In three days at 1400 Zulu time we will be experiencing a unique phenomenon that appears within this system once every three hundred years, and although we’ve some understanding of it and are able to reproduce its affects in some measure we still have limited knowledge of what is going to happen. With this event in mind I need you all to be at your best and be prepared for what will happen… Now report to Captain Gruul in the barracks to be placed into your positions… dismissed!”

Two Days Ago…

                The sounds of water slapping against sand greet the marines during their ground patrol outside of the fortress and Sgt. Miles advances over the hill with a grin…

“Hey look Marcus your beach!”  Sgt. Miles yells.

“Yeah, yeah… yet this place is barren… and the local chatter is unbearable I gotta turn off my comms unit most of the time… the locals here are stupid” Pvt. Marcus replies.

“Yeah yeah, come on Grunty lets go” Miles says.

“Told you Miles, stop calling me Grunty”

“I would if it wasn’t already on your armor… Marcus ‘Grunty’ Delmir”

“Yeah well, it’s your fault that I got that name Miles”

“Whatever… Grunty… fall in line or I’ll be calling you something worse”

“Hah, alright sir… hey what are those small… buildings… or things by the water?”

The Marines descend the hill in a fast but careful pace and only the sounds of the water greet them as they reach the small outcropping of buildings on the water side, and with cautious movement the marines examine the wooden structures.

“Miles, this looks like a hut for something like a foot tall… I thought there was no indigenous life here on Aeon?”

“Your guess is as good as mine Marcus… these buildings were definitely crafted by something and I know no marines would come down here to build dumb little huts…”

And as if on cue the small creatures burst forth from the water attacking the marines with small spears, clubs, and other objects bludgeoning them over and over against the CMC-400 Power Armor…  causing no damage yet plenty of shock as the marines were covered head to toe in clawing, biting creatures.

Sgt. Miles grabs one of the creatures before firing several bursts from his C-14 Assault Rifle into the air causing the creatures to disperse into the water.

“Hahaha… you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me… we just got jumped by these… things…” Sgt. Miles says.

“Well Miles, you remember that one time on…”

“Hey grunty, shut up”.

[Murloc] “Grrrrlll! Mrgrlgrlgrl!” The creature complains.

“Hey he sounds like you Marcus!”

“Shut up Miles… let’s take this thing back to command and maybe they can tell us what it is… hey let’s see if they’ll let you keep him… I know you’ve been missing your old pet since you got deployed… maybe this one can keep ya happy!”

“Enough Private, Were heading back to command. They need to be apprised of the situation out here… maybe I’ll put you on scientist guard duty after that little comment. Now fallout” Sgt. Miles barked.

One Day Ago…

                “Listen Marcus, its completely safe… this… Murloc as we’ve begun to call him has taken a liking to you and appears to only calm down when you’re around… keep him with you and perhaps he’ll lighten up enough to not be so… grunty…” the scientist says.

                “Oh real funny… Miles put you up to that?”

                “Oh no… where did I put that Arclight Spanner…” the scientist rambled as he wandered away.

                The loud clanks of Marcus’ footsteps echoed through the corridors as he headed to the observation room. With the Murloc in tow Marcus wondered where this pet came from as he didn’t simply just evolve on this barren world with no indigenous sentient life… there was no traces of them other than these few camps around the world.

                Marcus brought the Murloc into the Observation room as it sat inside of his open helmet with him. He advanced to the large open windows on the cliff side overlooking the lake that this Murloc had first appeared to him… biting on Miles visor screen.

                “You and I are gonna get along fine aren’t we little one”

                [Murloc] “Grrrlll. Mrgrlgrl. *grunt* Graall… Grrrll Grrgrl.”

                “Right, what you said…”

                Marcus’ attention was shattered as the loudest boom he had ever heard rubbled through the valley… and with no mushroom cloud in the distance he knew it wasn’t a nuclear explosion. The sky itself opens across the land, energy twisting and turning burrows down crashing into the surface. The ground rumbles in protest as huge chunks of the planet are lifted into the sky just to be thrown back down.  Water of the lake that the Murlocs called home twisted upwards into the sky in a reverse tornado as the world seemed to be tearing itself asunder.

                The sky began to thunder out as if the world was screaming at what was happening, and the lightning followed by slamming into the Terran structures below with uncanny force. Marcus reaches for the comms button but finds himself in awe as green, purple, blue, orange, and red energy waves cascade around the Fortress smacking into it like waves of water. The energy waves build into the sky with ferocity and the outlaying Supply Depot’s are laid waste by the lightning, and that’s when he begins to see odd creatures of unknown origins begin to appear around the base.

                Murlocs of varying size and strength begin to appear by the tornado of a lake and huge giraffe like creatures appear running out of near nothingness. Marcus is dumbfounded as he sees a Unicorn Zebra galloping across the Landing Strip and seems unable to move as the events unfold before him. Without warning the energy in the sky falls like rain upon the base and everything seems to be imbued with a magical glow.

                Lightning splits across the sky bearing the angry roar of thunder. Marcus unable to tear his eyes from the display before him is oblivious to the radio chatter from his fellow marines to evac the Observation Deck. Marcus leans closer to the glass to get a better view of the event as the Murloc on his armor holds onto him in fear, and justly so as in that moment the Observation deck is hammered with an energy shockwave knocking Marcus unconscious.

Now…

Chapter I: Anaheim and the City of Gilneas

                “Where… Where am I…” Marcus pondered as he awakened to green woods.

                Greeted by a forest unlike anything that Aeon had to offer Marcus wonders how he got there, and why does his head hurt so much.  Marcus wanders towards what seems like a small lake to drink some water and figure out where he was.

                What Marcus found in the reflection of the water was disturbing… as his face is now that of the Murloc… his hands while no longer the hands of a Terran Marine are now encased in an absurd Murloc Power Armor. Fear tingled in the back of the mind of Marcus, what happened in the Observation deck… what were those energy waves… why am I here… why am I a… Murloc.

                Questions that cannot be answered now, or maybe ever are cut short as the sounds of combat nearby wash over him and his marine sensibilities took over. Marcus grabs his C-14 and jogged toward the sounds of combat and is greeted by a very odd sight… as odd as can be considering his current predicament. Now the size of a murloc, a mere foot tall, he sees what seemed like two green giant creatures that are throwing explosives and using guns against a pair of large humans dressed quite oddly.

                While not knowing the events leading up to this situation Marcus decides to follow his instincts and side with his once human brethren and enters the fray. Marcus dodges an explosion that seems to leave a mushroom cloud in its wake as he runs towards the green creatures. Now only a couple dozen feet away Marcus lays down suppressive fire against the green creatures with righteous fury killing one and wounding the other.

                The green creature slams its hand against a small device and fades through the spectrums of light warping away to safety. Marcus, still unsure as to what is going on looked to the humans for answers and instead finds two werewolves dressed as the humans once were.

                “Quite an odd Murloc wouldn’t you say?” The male Worgen asks his compainion.

                “Quite odd for sure, I’ve never seen a Murloc so… geared…” the female replied.

                “Greetings little one, my name is Maxius and I am not your enemy, I am infact your friend. You have come to our aid at a crucial time. Those Goblins were angry with the outcome of some events from the Cataclysm and decided to assault us… they have joined our enemies ranks… the Horde… sadly they refused to listen that we were not looking for a fight and you came at the exact right moment” Maxius says.

                “Your name is… Grunty? I see on your armor it says so… my name is Alia Delgan, Maxius is my husband… and we are somewhat human as you had seen… we were infected with a curse… and are now Worgen” Alia says.

                [Murloc] “Grrlrlrll! Mrgrlgrgrl!” Marcus replied much to his own dismay.

                “Ah... I’m afraid I cannot speak Murloc… perhaps you should return with us, I’ve heard that the Cenarion Circle has someone in the Northrend Expedition that learned Murloc and may be able to help you” Maxius says.

                “Great… Half Human, Half Wolf things want me to go with them… to somewhere I’ve never heard of to get help from some guy who talks to fish… this is not my best day ever” Marcus thought to himself.

                Marcus nods to Maxius and follows them away from the dead goblin deeper into the woods. The woods seem so much larger at such a reduced height, and without any means of conversing with the two Worgen he was left to just listen as they explained that they were attending a Human Event in a place called Anaheim that was of dire importance to their world and many others.

                “We are headed back to our world and our city which is in dire peril as a great cataclysm has begun, but I’m sure you seem to be in dire straits yourself and the matters of Azeroth are not of your concern. Alia is a mage of great power and will portal us to the city of Gilneas and later to the great city of Dalaran where we may be able to take you to the Cenarion Expedition” Maxius says.

                Energy waves surround Alia as she concentrates and channels the energy creating a portal to Gilneas, and that energy strikes a chord in the mind of Marcus.

                “That… energy… it’s the same energy that struck Aeon and left me in this… form...” Marcus thinks to himself.

                The gateway tears open leaving a perfect doorway from the woods of Anaheim to the dark city of Gilneas. Appearing near the center of the city Marcus is struck with the sudden realization that he may never reach home again as the city around him is reminiscent of stories of the city where the Black Plague once struck on the human home world.

                Marcus holds tight his C-14 and checks the ammo noticing not a single round is missing from his clip and wonders how that is possible after he had emptied at least three hundred rounds towards the goblins in Anaheim, but that was the least of his problems at the current time so he shuffled behind the two Worgen as they wandered deeper into the city of Gilneas.

                Dozens of humans and worgen mingled in the streets of Gilneas as they walked towards a larger building in the western side, and he noticed many changing back and forth from their human and worgen forms.

                “This is simply impossible… it is not physically possible to be able to shape shift from one form to another without proper metamorphosis… even the Zerg take time… these humans shift easily and painlessly from one form to another as if they’re changing a shirt… the applications of this in my world would be amazing…” Marcus thinks to himself once more.

                “Here we are little Grunty, this is our home… although not much we’ve found that we had to share it with the survivors of the rising tide water’s here in Gilneas… it is truly sad that so many have died from not only the tide water but the curse of the worgen as well” Maxius says.

                [Murloc] “Mrgrl Grrrglll” Marcus replies.

                “Tomorrow we will take you Dalaran and then on to the Cenarion Expedition to find this Murloc Translator” Alia says.

                Marcus wanders into the home of Maxius and Alia cautiously and notices that they are like most humans in their living spaces and began to relax. So many questions tumbled around his mind, and without a translator no one could understand him or even begin to assist him in returning to his original body or even home.

                A dark lit room greeted Marcus when Alia showed him to his room; it was smaller than most rooms but large to a foot tall murloc and had lightly stained walls to almost a light coffee color with dark wood trim adorning the walls, and matching colored furniture assorted through the room. Although unable to use most or almost any of the things in the room Marcus began examining everything to better understand his situation and surroundings.

                Climbing up into the bed was a near impossible task if it wasn’t for the trunk set at the end of the bed, and after climbing to the mattress itself Marcus found that it was quite hard even while stuck in his power armor. Laying down his C-14 Rifle Marcus began to take stock in the events leading up to his current predicament and begins to tell it to his personal log computer in his power armor… which is sadly recording it as Murloc.

       “I was a child growing up in the world of Moria and after the alliance with the Terran Dominion I joined them with a chance of glory and to strike at the Zerg. Sadly the alliance ended nearly as quick as it began and those from Moria were sent to front line positions to be fodder.  I was resilient, as I believed only that would fix my problem, and I kept fighting the Zerg at every turn.  After many skirmishes with the Zerg and several nuclear bombs detonated inside of Hive structures I found myself being congratulated for a job well done” Marcus begins.

                “My future was to be bright, and so I enjoyed it. Starting out with great parties, great places, and great women I found myself living the life of a hero as not many came back from the things I did. But all good things must come to an end… and so it did for me… about ten months after my final battle on the front line I found myself deployed to some dark hole of a world where some scientist had created something horrible. A Zerg / Terran hybrid and not the Infested exploding kind either… it had the mind of a human… but a twisted bio-terror body of a Zerg and it didn’t end pretty”

                “After several months of clearing a city full of these things I was missing the good life back on Dominion worlds and my attitude began to decline… I started grunting at people instead of saying anything… more specifically to my best friend Miles. One day I grunted disapprovingly to a superior officer who found it to be immature, and once he began to tell me how I’m just a failure I struck him”

                “I spent the next four months in a detention cell in one of the worst military prisons ever… one of those prisons that are so dark and deep that even the guards don’t remember what the name of the place was. The death toll of the war began to rise again and the need for able bodied marines were needed once more, and so they let me out with the understanding I was stripped of my ranks and would have to earn it once more”

                “After being stationed on several barren boring worlds I found myself working with Miles once more, who had not been stripped of his rank and I found him to be my superior.  One day we both found the call for volunteer marines to be stationed at a world on the fringe of the Koprulu Sector, a Fortress World that was supposed to be an easy posting”

                “Only being stationed there a few days Miles and I had taken a patrol by ourselves to check out the outlaying terrain to better understand it in case of an engagement with some unknowns happened in the future. Instead we found a Murloc which appears to be originally from the world of Azeroth… once we returned to the Command Center and they did their tests on the creature they were no longer interested in it as the phenomenon was fast approaching”

                “This unknown event struck quick and hard and it hammered us like no tomorrow. We had no idea what to expect, and I was lost in the event as it took place. I was apparently struck by an energy beam that merged me with the Murloc and knocked me into an odd world. Now I’m in a city called Gilneas somewhere on a world called Azeroth which seems quite strange as it is from what I’ve been told filled with Humans, Worgen, Orcs, Dwarves, Trolls, Elves, and other magical creatures… and the magic… that’s another thing”

                “Apparently magic, or some kind of psionic energy force exists here that allows people to fold space and time to create portals or gateways… and the existence of an ability to metamorphosis into something else instantaneously  and then back again without any damage to the cellular structure or pain to the user seems very unreal to me”

                “Tomorrow I am to follow Alia to the City of Dalaran… supposedly a great city of Mages that will be able to assist us in our travel to find this Cenarion Expedition guy… who may or may not be able to translate this irritating language I’m forced to be speaking right now”

                “If anyone gets this log I will attempt to update it as I travel in hopes to find a way to repair myself and find a way back to my own space and perhaps even time” Marcus finishes.

Chapter II: Expedition of the Fish Talker

                The world lurched forward and backwards all at once as Marcus stepped through the portal to Dalaran. His HUD on his power armor beeped as his Altitude seemed unbelievably high, and as he moved around he felt as if the very city itself was sat upon a cloud. As Alia walks through the crowded city streets she waves for Marcus to keep up.

                “This way Marcus, we must find a tree who may know the information we seek” Alia says.

                [Murloc] “Trigh? Brgll Srillgh” Marcus says.

                Although Marcus doesn’t believe a tree would be able to help them at this point it doesn’t sound that strange considering they’re looking for a fish talking guy from somewhere called the Cenarion Circle Expedition thing… but who knows, maybe it will work.

                Marcus changes his mind as they come to a tree selling fruit outside of the Silver Covenant and A Hero’s Welcome Inn.

                “Applebough! Still selling fruit I see!” Alia exclaims.

                “Well of course, you fleshlings require sustenance that the sun, earth, and energies of nature cannot provide. What may I get you today? Grapes perhaps? or a gift for Obereon perhaps? He loves some Apple Juice for sure” Applebough replied.

                [Murloc] “Mrgrrll! Grrhgh! Frgklgrghl Trgrilg?!” says Marcus.

                “Apple, this is Grunty a Murloc of a quite peculiar nature… he is wearing a strange armor and using an even stranger weapon.  The most advance Murloc I’ve ever met, but sadly he keeps trying to talk to us and we cannot understand him... I heard that there was someone who spoke Murloc that was within the Cenarion Circle, I thought you may be able to help” Alia says.

                “Perhaps I can! Although I cannot take you there personally, take a ride over to the Borean Tundra and search for him near the Winterfin, there you may find him as King Mrgl-Mrgl!” Apple replies.

                “Thank you! We will leave immediately!” Alia says.

                Without warning she scoops Marcus into her arms and runs with him to Krasus’ Landing with much haste immediately securing a ride to the Borean Tundra.

                Arriving an hour later at the fortress Valiance Keep Alia and Marcus set off towards the Winterfin. Riding through the hills of the Tundra on the magical steed of Alia they find themselves confronted by a group of Horde.

                “Excuse us, we must get through… we are headed to meet with the Cenarion Expedition here and cannot be late” Alia says.

                [Orcish] “Zug-Zug, Lok-Narash Dae’mon!” the orc screams.

                “Great… I guess we shouldn’t like him when he’s angry..” Marcus thinks to himself as he takes aim with his C14.

                The explosion of gunfire into the Horde grouping scatters them quickly as no member of the Horde or Alliance have ever seen a Murloc with a hand cannon leaving Alia and Marcus free to run to the Winterfin Murloc encampment, and after riding hard and wild they arrive safely to a cautious group of Murlocs… and a Night Elf… in a Murloc Suit.

                “King Mrgl-Mrgl I presume?” Alia asks.

                “Why yes, why have you come here I am still working with the Winterfin I do not have time for things outside of my works” Mrgl-Mrgl replies.

                [Murloc] “Oh you best make time, cause if you don’t I’m going to shoot you… in the face...” Marcus replied.

                “Why why… that Murloc you have there has quite an attitude and seems very grunty… what is it you two want?” Mrgl-Mrgl replies.

                “I need you to help translate for him, as he cannot speak… we found him in Anaheim after the event… and now were hunting down a way to help him” Alia replies.

                “Interesting… and my dear Grunty… where are you from?” Mrgl-Mrgl asks.

                [Murloc] “I’m from Terran Dominion Space, I am a space marine that got mixed up with a Murloc on the world of Aeon-3… and keep talking cause I got the translator recording” Marcus replies.

                “Well… what is it you are looking for… because what you said made no sense to me” Mrgl-Mrgl says.

                [Murloc] “I’m looking for a way back to my world and a way out of this Murloc body... preferably body first and world second” Marcus replies.

                “Well if you want a way back to your world I’d suggest Outland and Area-52 in the Netherstorm… seems the best way back into the Twisting Nether that probably brought you to Anaheim… but the body part seems difficult… I’d also suggest Outland for that… visit the City of Shattrath and meet with the Naaru A’dal who may be able to assist you” Mrgl-Mrgl replied.

                With that the translator on the Power Armor Computer beeps a completion note and seems to be able to transmit his Murloc words into Common.

                Here goes nothing he thinks.

                “Alia, I need to go to Outland then and then to Netherstorm, can you help me?” Marcus asks.

                “Oh you can talk now! Yes I can help send you to Outland, but after that I must return to Gilneas my people are in trouble and I must help them” she replies.

                “Thank you, send me to A’dal and I’ll figure out the rest”

Chapter III: Hand of A’dal and the Voyage of the Blade

                The lurching feeling never gets old as the world twists and turns when the portal deposits you onto another plane of existence or location amongst the world. As Marcus gathers his bearings he notices he is standing in the court amongst the most beautiful glowing chandelier he has ever seen, and yet it seems to be speaking to him.

                “I know why you’ve come, and sadly I cannot help you… the powers that have changed you cannot be undone by my means. I’m glad that you have come but I am unable to assist you in this endeavor” A’dal says.

                “Hey, look you glowing chunk of glass… I just got here… I don’t belong here… I want to go back to my world I got a war to fight with the Zerg and this is kinda holding up my freaking vacation plans!” Marcus replies.

                “I’m afraid I am unable to assist you young one, your journey will take you north… to the city of the steamwheedle cartel Area-52… and as I understand you took down a Goblin in Anaheim… Area-52 is a city of goblins so do be careful” A’dal says.

                “Great, and where am I to go in this Outland?” asks Marcus.

                “From here you will head north through the great swamps of Zangarmarsh and into the Blade’s Edge mountains where you will find a bridge that spans the expanse between Outland proper and the Netherstorm. Take heed and be wary of the Netherstorm as it is the twisted remains of what once was and may never be again. The goblin city of Area-52 will be a short journey from the bridge into Netherstorm” A’dal replied.

                “I will award you what assistance I can, and by giving you this crystal it may be your one hope to travel home” A’dal says as a small box appears before Marcus.

                A sense of warmth and a sadness of farewell passed over Marcus as A’dal finished, and with that he knew it was time to move on.

                As Marcus walked across the bridges exiting Shattrath he noticed the unique trees of Terokkar Forest and the glowing pine cones giving the forest a glowing ambiance that stretched across its entire expanse in the pre-dawn light. North he traveled along the roads of Terokkar and into the Marshes of Zangar. With limited understanding of the world he was in he was wary of everything but barely avoided being squashed by an Ancient of War as it wandered on the road side.

                “Whoa, now that’s a big friggen tree!” Marcus exclaimed.

                “Ahh little one, you speak common that is odd for a Murloc… I have not seen that in my entire lifetime which is quite long I assure you… perhaps you would sit and tell a tale for an old tree?” the Ancient spoke.

                “I’m ‘fraid not, I got to get into the Blades Edge mountains and into the Netherstorm. Perhaps I can spin you a tale another time” Marcus said as he moved away from the Ancient.

                With the Cenarion Expedition outpost behind him he advanced further into the marsh, and that is when the storm came. Not a simple storm but a great gust of water and wind that tore across the Mushroom covered marshlands with a fury, and without warning he found himself flying through the air crashing into Serpent Lake.

                Water rushed around him as Marcus sank ever so quickly into the dark bottom of Serpent Lake and fear struck him as he was sinking fast while wearing his Power Armor, but his now Murloc body took control and he found himself able to breathe in the underwater environment and the ability to swim at great speed took him by surprise. Covering the distance to the Orebor Harborage in nearly half the time Marcus made the boarders of Blade’s Edge by mid day.

                Jagged sharp rocks jutting outward and skyward greeted Marcus as he entered into mountain range, and that was not the only jagged sharp thing he noticed as huge spiders crawled forward out of the cave ahead of him and he knew then that his C14 was going to get a work out.

                Marcus clicks off the safety on his C-14 and starts firing 30 round bursts into the spiders closest to him, and with an explosion of green goo that showers down around him Marcus pushes on to the next group of Spiders crawling forth from the cave systems. Reminiscent of fighting Zerg through Hive caves he anticipated the movements of the spiders popping them off walls and ceilings as he trudged through the caves deeper into the Blade’s Edge mountain range.

                With splattered corpses of spiders at his back Marcus hammers down a few more before he begins to see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, and with renewed vigor he pushes onward. The spiders beginning to realize that this Murloc was not a tasty snack and began to retreat into their holes in the walls, but that was too late as the bloodlust begins to take Marcus as he starts jumping up into the holes firing bursts of apparently never ending ammunition into the spiders.

                Taking his time to reach the end of the tunnel nearly every spider in the tunnel was dead or wounded, and none dared to show their face to this grunting little Murloc. As Marcus reaches the space beyond the cave system he finds himself facing a Night Elf outpost near the bridge that will take him deeper into Blade’s Edge.

                “Heh, it’s ‘bout time I got here…” Marcus says.

                Pushing on across the bridge Marcus begins to wonder what he will do if he can’t find a way back to his Terran form, and where will he go as a Murloc. Sadly Marcus’ inner turmoil has broken his concentration as he is entirely caught unaware as a huge set of claws snatch him off the bridge and carries him off towards the north. Considering starting to shoot these monstrous claws Marcus begins to notice that he is high above the ground and the fall would kill him for sure.

                The creature above him Marcus notices is covered in dark black scales with a wing span larger than a Wraith and it travels with amazing speed and grace for a creature of its size. The land below blows by as he moves further north and beyond the bridge to Netherstorm and into the Crystal Spine.

                Descending upon the Crystal Spine the Black Dragon lets go of Marcus and he tumbles down to the ground meeting it with a loud thud from the impact. Quickly searching the area around him he finds himself in the middle of a clutch of Dragon Eggs and apparently he’s their breakfast.

                “Aww hell no…” Marcus grunts.

                “A common speaking Murloc… most interesting… tell me little one where did you get that armor? Tell me and perhaps I will kill you before I eat you” the Dragon says.

                “I got it in Shattrath, maybe they can make me better armor out of your ugly hide” Marcus taunts.

                Engaging a black dragon is a bad idea, but taunting one is suicide as the Black Dragon releases a burst of flame into the ground where Marcus stands. After the explosive display of power the Dragon is dumbfounded as there isn’t even a molten skeleton left from his breathe attack.

                “Now I know even a Murloc would not disintegrate from such an attack, where are you hiding little one… you can tell old Furywing… I won’t hurt you my little pet” Furywing taunts.

                “Yeah, right chuckle nuts. All I got for you is some armor piercing rounds”

                Marcus spins around a crystal after changing clips pumping rounds into the soft underbelly of the dragon piercing through causing huge spurts of dragon blood to spray out like lava across the ground, and with a potent roar Furywing whips in a circle tail swiping Marcus across his perch and into a large crystal formation.

                Dropping down onto the crystal Marcus sees the bridge in the distance into the Netherstorm and he jumps down onto another crystal formation sliding down towards the ground landing far below Furywings Perch. Jamming his little finger into the Stimpack button he runs for the bridge at an accelerated speed covering the ground quickly and with much disregard to the angry dragon screaming on the plateau above and behind him.

                The bridge in sight he continues his full run towards it and across it entering into the Netherstorm.

Chapter IV: Twisting Turning Through The Nether

                With Blade’s Edge behind him and Area-52 before him Marcus walks on towards destiny. The small box that A’dal had given Marcus earlier bounces gingerly at his side as he enters into Area-52 and he his greeted by the most absurd rocket ship he has ever seen. Something out of the old vids from the ancient Earth his people were once from stands a most ridiculous contraption, and his hopes of returning home are smashed.

                “Ahh, greetings little one… I’ve heard of you from one of my contacts in Shattrath… you’ve come to take the Rocket through the Twisting Nether and into the great unknown expanse that exists between the worlds” Rocket-Chief Fuselage says.

                “I got this small box from A’dal he says it’s important for my mission to return home…” a disappointed Marcus replies.

                “Yes, I know… you will take it with you inside of the rocket… A’dal told me as much” Fuselage replies.

                “Very well, let’s get this show on the road…” Marcus says.

                “Ever so grunty you are… I suppose it’s a well deserved name after all”

                Without much time to waste Marcus climbed into the Rocket Ship with the small box that A’dal had given him, and without much faith in this contraption he strapped in for a wild ride. The goblins check over him and the controls assuring that the rocket is ready before the launch begins, and without delay they seal him into the cockpit and begin their ground preparations.

                “Grunty, this is ground control. I hope you’re comfortable as the launch is in thirty seconds!” Fuselage yells through the control box.

                “Ugh. Yeah… try not to blow me up” Marcus replied.

                The blast of the Rocket launches the ship skyward deeper into the edges of the Twisting Nether and he punches onward into the unknown. The ship cruises through wave after wave of unknown purple clouds and energy, and Marcus is met with green, blue, orange, purple, and red energy waves that twist and turn in a beautiful chaotic dance. Lightning splitting around Marcus as he sits in fear that the ship itself is going to be torn asunder by the energies around him, and even so the ship pushes on towards an even more twisted and angry systems of torrents.

                The ship lurches hard to the right and followed hard to the left, and it groans in protest as it punches through another energy cloud… and into a larger expanse where it seems where the universe is flayed levels of reality stripped bare and shown in their truest essence. The ship stutters’ to a halt in the center of this entry into a multiverse of existences. With no energy and power behind the ship it sits alone in the expanse as stars dart around like fire flies and the energy wave’s ripple across space like a stone thrown into a pond.

                With little choice left Marcus opens the small box that A’dal had given him and inside was a small crystal piece glowing brightly and he is greeted by the voice of A’dal.

                “Hello little one, you sit on the edge of the Multiverse, the way home lies before you if you decide to go” A’dal says.

                “Send me back I didn’t come this far to be stuck in the form of a Murloc in a world I don’t understand” Marcus replies.

                “Very well. Farewell” A’dal says in a fading voice.

                The ship gets hit hard on the left side putting it into a violent spin that sends it spiraling into an unknown strand of reality. Marcus holds on with all his might and is rewarded with sweet blackness, and drifts away.

                The sound of water lapping against sand, rain pouring all around him, and the feel of gritty coarse sand against his face Marcus awakens to. The Murloc huts on the beaches of Aeon-3 stand before him as he wakes, and hes quick to check himself finding that he is indeed once again human on the world he had left behind. Grunty his little Murloc is nowhere to be found, and the indigenous Murlocs of this world are again missing.

                Where Marcus went and what he did for the three days of his disappearance after the energy storm of Aeon-3 continue to bother him, and as far as the others are concerned he was blown away by the storm and left in a coma on the beaches.

                After returning to the Dominion Command Center he finds he is being stationed at Moria in a peace offering to the Kel-Morian Combine but he will never forget Grunty, the Murloc.

As such I apologize for the never ending wall of text there... but I just didn't want to end the story after a mere page... according to MSWord I had 13 Pages lol... was fun to mix three worlds. :)

Grunty fell down a fell, and into a portal back to his home, right after leaving blizzcon '09 with some good ole goblins. the end.....