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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.....

hehe, i cant write big, long, interesting storys. but i tried lol. and its just got a lil comedial veiw to it. after all, its 1 line long lol.

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.

Grunty was surrounded by both Goblins and Worgen the pint-size murlock stumbled forward. The short green skins cackled at the little fella, the Worgen had a calm and cool demeanor. As he turned from one to the other the tiny little visor on his tiny little helmet began marking each of both the worgen and goblins with tiny little target sights directly between their eyes.  He just couldn't decide.  A great wonder came over Grunty, thinking of the long voyage he and ventured all around the world of Azeroth.

He was deployed on a scouting mission from deep space by his Terran Commander, He was a mere scout sent to search for both resorces and threats on foreign worlds.  As his ship approached Azeroth however something went wrong. The vessel began to fall apart in the atmosphere. He quickly ejected before the ship tore him apart. He launched hard and fast but his parachute didn't open all the way, Grunty landed hard and knocked his head as he landed.  He awoke very groggy and dazed, lucky for him his helmet took a majority of the impact though he seemed un injured. He looked around and found himself on the shore of a small river, in the distance he saw a large city with an enormous castle behind tall brick walls. The area was lightly forested soft green grass covered in Trees and shrubry. Grunty stumbled out of the gully and found himself on a dirt road. He was very tired and a bit hungry so in hopes of finding someone who could help him he decided to follow the road down and see what he could find. He soon found himself by a road sign, hopefully now he could get a some bearings of where he is on this strange planet. His stomach grumbled as he peered up to the multiple arrows attached to a  tall wooden post and read "Golden Shire" "Stormwind" and "North Shire" pointing up the road a ways, he decided to investigate hoping these places were peaceful country towns. He trekked not far before he spotted something coming up the path in the opposite direction. He dived into the bushes, still unsure about the populous of this world he drew out his rifle and waited. He was slightly worried he hadn't seen much action in his military career, and to be entirely honest he hoped to keep it that way. Before long the figure walked up to the place where Grunty had been standing. It stopped, and turned around looking slowly for the tiny marine. He recognized the being as a human. The Terran forces were mostly made up of these creatures except for him and his squadron of the Murloc race. He waited with bated breath as the Human turned toward him, his scanner informed him it was a human female and its threat level was a mere 7, so he stumbled out of the bushes and approched her. The human mumbled some nonsense to Grunty that he didn't really understand. She pointed at and started giggling, She reached into her bags and pulled something out holding it in the palm of her hand. Grunty backed away slowly, was she offering him food or is this some sort of weapon? She lowered her hands to the ground and opened them. Grunty's visor began to flash red in warning as a tiny zergling charged toward him. The human female pointed at Grunty and started giggling again. He raised his rifle and began firing and desided it best to retreat... This world was already corrupted by the Zerg, he was too late to save this place, they must have enslaved all of these humans. He had to escape. He attempted to contact base but his com was nothing but static. He doubled his retreat, ceasing fire to try to escape the charging zergling. But the zergling was hot on his tail, and there was nothing he could do to shake it.  Off the path, in a world he didn't know ,Grunty had no idea where to go or what to do. His com broken due to the crash landing he hoped that it was just the speaker and that it was still transmitting as he called out a SOS and tryed to aleart the base of his find. He bolted south  dodging trees and jumping through bushes to try to out run the vicious zergling behind him. He was gaining ground for the zerg but he could still hear its vicious war drone as it crawled its way toward him. Suddenly something even more horrid wandered into view. His scanner peaked and the red flashes of warning went off again. Was it another Zerg? no this was much worse... The scanner rang up the info on this horror before him. Threat level 11+, a health level of 666. This furry beast before him, according to his scanner, was apparently known as the ferocious Hogger! Grunty dove behind a tree, the beast had not seen him. But he could hear the zerg diving through the bushes close behind him. There was only one chance, He had to stand and fight. The zergling burst forth through the bushes snarling and gnawshing its deadly teeth. Grunty took aim and opened fire on the Zergling and it charged him. Each with each pace of its charge the zerg shook as lead filled its terrifying body. It dove into the air pouncing on Grunty, it landed and sent them both rolling out into the open. He raised his gun to fire, but the beast lay stiff and still upon him. He had won He had defeated his first zerg! But now a greater threat sounded the evil barking laugh of Hogger boomed in Grunty's ears as the monster crept toward Grunty. Grunty's adrenaline was pumping, he let out a battle cry "MRGRLRLRL" and suddenly he heard the sound echo hundreds of times as other battle crys rang out in the forest! Murloc Marines were flooding onto the scene, repelling from trees and running in from behind bolders and bushes. They were all letting fireing their hot lead and blasting away at the towering monstrosity. The battle was great, a majority of Murlocs fought and lost their life battling the legendary Hogger. Grunty along with less than a dozen others survived barely. As they grouped around the fallen corpse of the creature Grunty's crew told him his ship set out an automated distress signal that helped them pin point his location, and that they came at once upon his SOS. They were ready to take him home, but he knew what he had to do. He told his brothers and sisters that he had to stay, to rid the world of Azeroth of the plague of the Zerg. They admired him and among them he is still a hero to this day. But on this day a new choice lies before him.

The Noble Worgen or the Curious Goblins.  

The worgen leader turned to him, it appeared to be concerned with him, it shifted and slowly began to shirk in size and its fur withdrew into pink flesh, its hope was to be less of a threat in this form. It was wrong. They were a Human! Grunty thought back to the human that let loose a zergling onto him, the worgen couldn't be trusted. They are likely allied with the zerg.  As he took aim and placed his finger on the trigger something happened. An explosion loosed and knocked the pack worgen back, the fur growing quickly again the leader let out a yelp and a growl. It tucked its tail between its legs and bolted. The goblins giggled and held up a hands full of grenades and sticks of TNT. They waved over to him and he waddled to them smiling. He chuckled softly at these strange new creatures and their funny ways. They had protected him without cause or reason. They were to be his new allies. He found great comfort in their place of home, an interesting island full of other goblins along with their friends in the Horde. The taller orcs taught grunty the ways of their faction, War and Honor. The lanky Trolls treated Grunty to a tribal dance and festival welcoming him. The enormous Tauren brought him a feast, as the Magical Blood Elves with their magic ways set off a show of enchanted fireworks (the explosives courtousy of the goblins) Grunty quickly made many friends with all of the goblins and their friends. He learned of the great wars of the past and the path of peace the horde was trying to reach. He learned of the trickery the Alliance played with and the corruption they spread among not only the horde but their own forces. Grunty was then admitted into the horde with special honors from the leader of the Horde Thrall himself. He continues to fight both the alliance and the zerg for a hope of someday finding peace in Azeroth.

           My name is Grunty. I don’t know my real parents, my family, or anything about my past before I arrived in Azeroth. The only thing I know about my past is my name from the nametag that was found on me the day I arrived in Azeroth. The only parent I know of is my goblin father who has who saved me from death and has taken care of me for the past year.

            I open my eyes to see a forest in flames and ruins. I then see a little green man approach who introduces himself as Hachet a gonlin of Kezan. He explains to me that I’m very lucky to be alive and how he saved me from being killed by worgen scouts who were searching for survivors of the recent battle. I asked Hatchet how I arrived here and he could not explain. He told me that a big flash of light appeared about 10 feet above the ground and then my body fell to the ground. “Shush!” says Hatch. Grunty whispers, “What is it.” Hachet responds, “Enemy scouts looking for survivors, quickly follow me.” We stand up and run past flaming trees and dead corpses hoping to escape. We then arrive at Undercity home of the Forsaken.  Know body knows who I am or how I got here and Hachet is the one they assign as the one to have responsibility over me. I am introduced to Thrall war chief of the horde a couple days after my arrival in Azeroth. Thrall welcomes me to the horde and explains to me about the horde and how it came about.

            Three months after my arrival in Azeroth I am a prisoner of war in an alliance cell with other horde members in Stormwind. A dwarf walk up to the cell door says”You you’re coming with me. He opened the cell door and I followed him into another room in the prison. He asks me to explain who I am and where I came from. Before I can say anything to him a messenger runs into the room and says” Hurry, get your weapons Stormwind is under attack by horde forces!” The dwarf chains me to the chair then picks up his axe and runs out of the room. After sitting in my interrogation for about 10 minutes I noticed a key on the floor next to the door. I thought to myself and remember the dwarf having a key to the chain. I stretched my arm reaching for the key until I finally get a hold of it and tested it on the lock. The key worked I got up from the chair and slowly cracked the door open checking for any guards out side the room. I didn’t see any guards and walked out of the room. I went to the cells were horde members were being kept. I told them that the horde was attacking Stormwind and I was going to get them out of the cells to freedom. I used the same key on the cell doors that unlocked the chains I was in and it worked. There was about 15 of us total trying to figure out a plan to get out of Stormwind and meet up with our horde comrades. We figured that there were probably no guards wandering the city if it was under attack. We made a run for it running past terrified civilians in the city running around the city looking for shelter. We saw so alliance guards fighting off some horde forces who managed to get into the city. We helped them defeat the guards with weapons we found off the ground. We immediately told the marines that we just escaped from the prison and would like an escort to the general. They escorted us out of the city to the general leading the attack on Stormwind. The general happened to be non other then Thrall war chief of the horde.  Thrall instantly recognized me. I went up to him and told him how we have escaped from the Stormwind prison. Thrall smiled and then said, “So the mission was a success.” He ordered all Horde forces to pull out of Stormwind and return to Orgrimmar.

            A week after my escape from the Stormwind prison I was at my house lying in my bed when Hatchet came into my room with a letter from Thrall himself. It asked me to stop by Orgrimmar the next day to speak to Thrall. I arrived in Orgrimmar with Hatchet. We walked up to a guard and showed him the letter. The guard then escorted us to Thrall. We walked into the room where Thrall was sitting down waiting for me. Thrall said, ”Grunty do you know why you are here.” I responded with a no. Thrall said, “I wanted to talk to you about your actions last week.” Thrall explained that I went beyond the call of duty to free multiple horde prisoners of war. He turned around and picked up something. Thrall turned back around to face me and said, ”Grunty for your act of Heroism last week I am awarding you the Medal of Honor.” I put a huge smile on my face and thanked Thrall for the medal and for all that he has done for me over the past couple of months. Thrall responded, ”No thank you Grunty for putting your life on the line to defend the horde and to save multiple horde lives. Me and Hachet returned home to see Hatches brother Rachet and his nephew Sproket. Sproket came up to me and asked who I was. I responded, ”I am Grunty proud defender of the horde.”

Grunty is a small murloc who was growing up in the murloc community found at Crystal Lake in Elwynn Forrest. He was having fun eating fish, and anything that could be swiped from Goldshire. One day there was a fleet of Terran Battlecruisers and Wraiths flying by the plante Azeroth. The scanners on one of the Battlecruisers detected alien life on the planet, and they decided to investigate for possible Zerg activity. In the meantime, some explorers were going through Elwynn Forest when they came upon little Grunty. He had just got away with some items from Goldshire, and they scooped him up to go with their travels. These adventures managed to make it all way to Silithis. The caravan that they were in was attacked by a group of Silithid. All the humans were destroyed in the attack, but little Grunty managed to survive the attack. Just as he started to get away, a Wraith dispelled his cloaking device, and opened fire on the group of Silithid. He also picked up the life form of Grunty, and radioed it in to the battlecruiser. the orders were to go ahead and collect him, and some of the corpses of the Silithid to study for possible Zerg connections.

On the way back to the Science Vessel, the waith pilot noticed that the little murloc had some potential to be a strong marine. He told the science officer of how aggressive he was in the ship, and they all decided to observe him to see how he would fair in training. The choice came down to allow for the training, and if successful, the Terrran would take more murlocs from the planet and make more little marines for attacks on the Protoss. While going to Silithis, the wraith pilot noticed a small area in Desolace that would work as a training area for little Grunty. He prevailed in all the exercises, and started taking commands. Now the proiblem was to find a way to make the small weapon, and the ammunition that would be needed. Grunty was then placed in the wraith and was looking for areas that would get the materials to make the gun. As he neared Stormwind, there was a load cannon fire that erupted from the ground. The pilot forgot to trigger the cloaking device, and was spotted by a guard who order the firing. The wing was hit, and the wraith went down. Grunty was able to escape the crash before the vehicle hit. When the wraith hit though, it blew up into tiny pieces, and the humans of Stormwind were not able to find the parts. Little Grunty was knocked unconscious. There was a group of Worgen that were coming through on their way to Duskwood. They happened upon Grunty and took him to Gilneas. While there, a gnome had seen the little guy, and while he was small himself was able to form a gun from the saronite from Icecrown. The alliance had seen the use for Grunty with his little gun, and the ammunition was made from the saronite as well. Then there was an attack on the Dark Portal. The alliance dispatched little Grunty there to help fight back the Burning Legion. As the battle was being won, Grunty ran though the protal, where he was noticed by another wraith and was taken to finish his training to become a mighty maine. The whole ordeal was labled a success by the Terran that they came to get more murlocs, and the Grunty marine was born for covert operations against the Protoss.

((NOTE: This is a slightly different take on the story at hand since the Azeroth Daily published inaccurate data. Read story to find that out.))

Our tale begins in the woodlands, but not those of Anaheim. Several days, a reporter has been attempting to track down our little friend known to all as Grunty after reading the report posted within the Azeroth Daily. After several weeks of tracking Grunty, the hunter became the hunted. The reporter turned around to the sound of gun cocking. A voice muffled behind glass spoke as a reporter stared down the long barrel of a gun into the eyes of Grunty the Murloc, "So... you're a reporter eh?"

 

"Yes...", the deep voice of the reporter shook as he replied.

 

"And I see you can understand me too...", continued the querying of our little Murloc Space Trooper.

 

The deep but soft and pleasant voice of the reporter replied with a little more composure, "Indeed. I am well versed in many languages. Though forbidden in many parts across Azeroth, in my line of work it does prove useful to bend some rules... In fact, I had to go on many diplomatic quests to gain the trust and respect of many our brothers would call enemies. After years of painful quests to prove my loyalties, many a new and forbidden language I learnt...", The reporter stopped himself from babbling about his own life and returned the questioning towards the Murloc, "But more importantly my little friend, you... understand... me."

 

Grunty lowered the gun taking a moment to digest the information... but only a moment. The Murloc raised the gun swiftly once more towards the head of the reporter, "What's your game here?"

 

The reporter raised his hands in a gesture of good faith, indicating he meant no harm as he replied, his tone softened, "I'm not here to Craft War with you my little friend. I'm strictly here as a friend... I mean you no ill intent-"

 

The gun straightened, taking aim of the reporter's groin as Grunty's arms stiffened, "Oh I've heard that before! I've seen your type, you sit here whilst I tell you my tale and then publish untruths!"

 

Grunty's trigger finger tightened.

 

"No, wait! - I'm not from the Azeroth Daily! I work for the Northrend News! Please, listen to me!"

 

The reporters hands signalled for Grunty to lower his gun. Grunty acknowledging the signs and knowing a lot more than obviously is given credit for, complied... though the gun was still able to be swung up at speeds many a Drake wished they could travel.

 

"After the Azeroth Daily published their rubbish, I swore to never speak to another one of you guys again."

 

"I see... about that... Doran, the reporter from the Azeroth Daily... he seems to be missing...", queried the Northrend News reporter.

 

"Missing, nah he ain't missing bro. I know exactly where he is."

 

There was a moment of silence before the reporter probed further, "Am I able, to speak with him?"

 

"You could... though I doubt highly that there will be much more he'll say again.", Grunty gave a low chuckle as he replied.

 

"You...", the reporter gulped, "...killed him?"

 

"I don't recall saying that.", Grunty's gun appeared before the eyes of the reporter once again as he continued, "Are you here about that?"

 

"No, no no... I'm not here about that. No... I don't really care about what happened to him, the stories Doran prints are complete loads of fiction. Believe me, I often wonder why he bothered to get up from behind his desk to go and interview. - Look... You're obviously well trained and extremely intelligent... please, are we able to have a civil conversation?"

 

"About?"

 

"Well, you."

 

Grunty thought about it for a moment before asking, "Why?"

 

"Because the people of Azeroth have a right to know about you."

 

"Then I have a right to know about them."

 

"I said the people of Azeroth..."

 

"And just where do you think I am from you moron? I'm a blooming Murloc you idiot!"

 

"...yes. It would appear that way. Ok... let us place our cards on the table and start trading."

 
As the reporter sat down on the grass, Grunty relaxed a little and asked, "What do you want to know?"

The trees of the woodlands shaded them both from sun of Azeroth above as the reporter responded, "Well, as you said... you, are a Murloc... but quite obviously not your typical attire for one of your kind is it? And the gun... the training... Why were you abandoned-"

 

Grunty became a little irritated at this and cut the reporter off, "I wasn't abandoned you freak, my family was slaughtered by Worgens! - They came up here one night, three of them. I hid in the bushes, I was scared. I was only but a tad then, me legs only just forming but I heard them! All three of them, laughing, going on about how awesome they are. How they are too damn lazy to change back into Human form simply because they look so much cooler and then, I remember it clearly, they all look the same to me but one of them said they have to find a clam for some damn quest they were on. And get this, the quest wasn't even that important to them, it was for some random fisherman they had never met before! So there they are, ripping up my entire village! Tearing my brothers apart looking for some damn clam. Apparently a rare drop one said. I was petrified! I stayed hidden. I was there for fourteen days. I saw new brothers born and slaughtered before they themselves got their legs! It was outright Murder!"

 

"That's horrible!!!", the reporter seemed to be genuinely horrified by this as Grunty continued, "Yeah... eventually they got their damn clam and left."

 

Grunty took a moment, his eyes beginning to well up a bit before he continued, "I wondered around... alone... for what seemed like weeks... Then I was spotted. I was spotted! Before I was even able to spot them! These two... soldiers not of this world... I have never seen anything like them before, they wore suits made of that which is like the one I wear now. ...One said that he had located a subject for the Intergalactic Trooper Experiment. I saw him reach for something, I didn't know what it was at the time but obviously I know now. He pointed it at me and the next thing I remember is waking up on a bed with a bright white light shining in my eyes. There were cords that went in and out of every opening I had, even found some new ones that I myself didn't know existed! Most of it was a blur, but I remember getting smarter. One minute I was a mere Murloc from the Eastern Kingdoms, the next minute I knew what the heck a terabyte was and understood exactly how they were able to implant 304 of them into me head! Language, Lore, Star-Crafting, Marines, the ability to fight... and in more than four thousand styles from more than one planet, instantly! I even knew not to bother seeing the third Matrix movie even though I was never able to actually get to this planet they called Earth that it was created on. You have to understand, everything! I knew it. Give me a question about relativity and I'd answer it... it was at this point I understood that I was dealing with intergalactic dimensional travellers who were intent on creating the perfect soldier to bring back and fight for them, thus eliminating the need to lose their own, ...and probably a nanosecond before that, I knew how to use the dimensional vortex to return to Azeroth."

 

"So did they follow you?", enquired the reporter.

 

"Dude... seriously? I was programmed by them to be the ultimate soldier. Their ship imploded shortly after I arrived back here. Not sure how that happened... Must have cross wired a few things... My bad.", Grunty smiled as he thought back at what he had done to their ship.

 

"And so you arrived back here, to Azeroth..."

 

"No, I arrived on Earth. Yes of course it was here you moron. Weren't you listening? I mean seriously, with those ears?"

 

"I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect. Please, continue...."

 

"I went looking for the Worgen, but it was the Goblins who first found me. They were interested in the new suit and weaponry I had acquired and their knowledge of the Worgens interested me. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. I wrote the songs that made their whole world sing, they built the bullets that made my side arm ring. The trade of was worth it. I spent many a moon on the Lost Isles before I began my campaign to hunt Worgen in Gilneas."

 

"So do you ever come out of that suit?"

 

"Oh absolutely. I do shower you know. I was only in this thing because I was hunting Worgen. I've just returned from Gilneas, most succesful hunt if I do say so myself... But then I noticed you were following me... I realise now that you pose no threat to me, so I'll show you."

 

Grunty removed his helmet slowly placing it on the ground. He looked up at someone of the same 'Alliance' as the reporter running up, but felt quite satisfied that the reporter meant him no harm. In Grunty's moment of trust, when his defences were down and his hands upon his helmet and not his gun, this person who ran up to them smashed Grunty over the head with a mace.

As the mace hit Grunty's head, something hit the ground coming out from a place we best not speak of. The reporter turned around to the Dwarf Paladin in shock, "What the hell are you doing!!!!????"


The paladin looked back to the Night Elf dressed in a suit, "LOL NooB. Heeza Horde! Stoopid RPer! Rofflemoffle Zonk!"

 

The Dwarf Paladin looked down at the ground and spoke, "ZOMG a rare dropping!"

He picked up the rare clam, bubble-hearthed and disappeared before the Night Elf reporter's eyes.

 

Grunty stood there, "Ggrrallllllggggrrllll"

 

He was now brain dead.

 

With his helmet off, the Dog-Tags around the little Murloc's neck were clearly marked, "GRUNTY". The reporter spoke to himself, "Maybe if I put his helmet back on no one will notice..."

 

Replacing the helmet, the reporter slowly walked away attempting an innocent whistle.

Hours later, a Horde Hunter approached the little Space Murloc and wondered if he could tame him as a pet...

Grunty, having been given the choice between two sets of new parents, began to weigh his options carefully.  Well, not carefully, but he wanted to make it look as if his murloc brain was capable of more than just blind violence.  "Do I choose the doohickey people, or the furry ones?" he asked himself.  "I bet the furry ones can get me more fish!" was the answer he came to, and started toward his new chosen guardians.  Which prompted the greedy goblins to gun them down right in front of the poor little guy.

Several years later, Grunty (which was not his real name, but the one the goblins gave him when they couldn't pronounce his incredibly difficult Murloc name.  It's Mrgl, by the way.) had become nothing but a pack-mule for the evil worgen killers.  In his own head he called them that, remembering all the fish he could have had.  He was strong though, and getting smarter, in the way pack-mules do; that is to say he was still pretty slow, but hey, he could stamp his flipper on the ground to count out a number.  It was on a trip to Gadgetzan that the windstorms picked up suddenly.  "Grunty!  Set up camp in that cave over there!" a goblin shouted at our illustrious, er, shiny-finned hero.  He had reached the cave when suddenly the storms stopped.  And there was some sort of giant winged beast.  And it could speak, though by this point Grunty wouldn't have listened.  All he could think was "What, again?" as he dropped the equipment like last week's kitchen refuse.  Which, he noted, was in there somewhere too.  Goblin's have some strange habits, at least these ones did.  Speaking of those goblins, they were running away.  Which is just what Grunty expected, though they seemed faster now than ever.  You see, dear reader, Grunty was also their default defender, of sorts.  They had fashioned crude spears for him, and he would chase off small woodland animals when they'd encounter them.  This though, was a different matter entirely.  This time Grunty figured he'd have to throw his spears.  "Don't worry Mrgl, I'm no danger to you," said the beastie.  It was about this time Grunty noticed three things:1. his spears wouldn't pierce those scales, 2. it used his real name, and 3. those were some pretty bronze scales, weren't they?

It was, over a feast of the finest shark fillets, explained to the young Murloc that his destiny was bigger than all of that.  He was to be famous!  That's about as much as he heard though.  All the could think was "Fish!" in his head as he gorged.  The dragon went on anyway, explaining that the Infinite Dragonflight had killed his Murloc parents in a bid to keep him from the talent show he was to attend.  "Well, that's enough explanation for now though.  Ta-Ta!" said the Bronze suddenly.  Grunty was not confused.  There was a slight nerve-wracking, gut-clenching, muscle-straining terror though.  Suddenly seeing a squad of space marines where there was sharkmeat before will do that.  "Would ya look at that!  Sir, you might wanna take a look at this," came the Marine's comms, complete with before and after static.

Several more years passed, and Grunty had become the squad's best-kept secret weapon.  Murlocs were supposed to be extinct, and they found him on another world entirely.  No one knew what to think about that.  His squad just didn't think about it, that wasn't their job, after all.  As small as he was, he became their sneaking mission go-to guy.  He'd been finishing up with the underground eradication of a Zerg hive when a Protoss bully came around and hit him with a blast of energy.  And while he thought he'd wiped out another Space Marine, what he'd really done was activated the last energy that that Bronze dragon had left dormant on Grunty's person.  The mixture of the Bronze magic and the Protoss energy whisked him away to Anaheim, California.  It was August of 2008, and out walk several of the World of Warcraft execs from BlizzCon to see a Murloc in Power Armor.  "Whoa... we gotta put him in game!" one of them said, and so, all smiles and promises, they took him back to their offices and made an in-game pet of him.  The real Grunty has been living like a king in a house on the beach.  He swims. A lot.

... Meanwhile, Mechnaros Splitoil, a high-ranked enginner officer receives an confidential report inside the

headquarters of Overtheirs, the high-secret goblin-forsaken iniciative secret base. It floats 200 meters over

Undermine, and it's stealthly hidden by an special invisibility shield...


[ For Your Eyes Only ]

From:                [Classified]
For:                 Mechnaros Splitoil
Subject:             Report on the subject #309-DX, nickname "Grunty"
Location of subject: lab 34, Sector 2 of Overtheirs


On [classified date], two citizens from the Sepulcher village, west from Undercity, where looking for herbs in the

hills close to the hostile zone of Shadowfang Keep, when one of the witnesses saw a different red bright in the

cloud night sky. The bright grew stronger, and in a few moments zipped across the lowby clouds and crashed deep

inside the werewolf-ridden keep. One of the witnesses, a rogue who attends by the nickname "CuriousBony", went

inside the keep to investigate the strange event.

CuriousBony reported that his stealth skill alone made it easy for him to get inside the keep courtyard, where the

little ship crashed. [ Our agents discovered that the tauren named GreenToughs, the other witness, was illegaly cultivating dreamfoils on the moisture-rich Sepulcher Hills. The dreamfoils bloom where carried by the south wind, what made the Shadowfang Keep canine population busy snoring soundly, ignoring the loud crash noise. ]

As CuriousBony found his way to the Shadowfang Keep courtyard, he found the track of wreck caused by the crash in the floors stone, a trail that ended inside the stables... just under some debris, just close to a knocked down horse, was the little shine ship, that looked like a big red bullet. The rogue put it on its bag, and decided to use his hearthstone to teleport to Undercity, as the fellow denizes of the Shadowfang Keep started to sense his presence.

Back in the sewers of Undercity, CuriousBony tried to picklock the red bullet open to no success, so it called back GreenToughts, herbalist and enginner (can you belive?).  The tauren found a switch under the little red metalic ... thing... that started to make a swift noise and release some gases... and then stayed open like an egg, showing a small baby murloc inside.

Murlocs from space? ... or perhaps Outland?

That was our first thoughts when we started to investigate this case. As soon as our agents discovered the whereabout of the "ship", we seized CuriousBony and GreenToughts, who are now kept inside Overtheirs base operations quarter. Seems like CuriousBony put the ship for sale on Undercity's Auction House in the hope someone would take it for a [ Helm of Endless Rage ] ( http://www.wowhead.com/?item=19372 )

 In fact, we just discovered it after an Troll warrior was found visiting Witch Doctor Unbagwa in Stranglethorn Vale with the ship stuck in the head, after removing the warrior's tusks to try to remove the "helmet", Unbagwa said to the warrior "Too much Stamina... must call helpa.", gave him some sleep medicines and called us. Wich Doctor Unbagwa happens to be one of our sources on the South Sea coast.

Meanwhile, GreenTought was having trouble having the little murloc as a pet...it had the habit of stealing his Light Crossbow and shooting his ankle! One of our agents, a goblin merchant at Booty Bay, noted a very interesting fact: that the little baby murloc could do almost 20 dps with a plain level 8 item. Using his trade skills, our agent got the baby murloc from GreenToughts for only 2 stacks of herbs.

The baby murloc as brought to our lab in Overtheirs, and we decided to observe how it would interact with it's "ship".

In the first three hours, the little murloc sleet for one hour inside the ship, then pissed on it's side... we had one of our low ranked agents cleaning it... what accidentaly switched a second secret switch that let us to our most new discovery: after flipped the switch, the little red ship sucked the little murloc back inside, screaming some meaningless sounds! It then started shacking and making strange mechanical sounds, and then pop! It released the little murloc on some strange type of plate armor, carrying a little rifle, loaded! His armor is harder than double khorium armor! After that, the armor projected some images on the air! It showed humans using armors just like the one Grunty is using, showed us also some demoniac creatures tagged as "Zergs" on the images, and then some really malformed elvens tagged as "Protoss"... perhaps those crippled elven seemed to need some help to handle those "Zergs" criatures. It also showed some incridible technology that makes it possible to turn a base into a mobile siege weapon, we recorded those images to show you sir:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujWV43sZQIw

Anyway, our chief enginner think we could use Grunty's beacon device together with our secret portal creating device called Portal-o-matic. They initial plan is to trigger the beacon device on Grunty's armor, track it's destiny and open a portal to there.

The main concern is that we don't know what may happen if the Portal-o-matic coordinates drift just a little, what had happened before, bringing to Death Kenel some being called "Diablo" (a nasty one I must say). As we don't know who or what may come from the portal we open with Grunty's beacon coordinates, we are considering opening it over Maelstrom in the next months, just as a test run.

What could go wrong?

Any new discoveries about Grunty, The Murloc will be reported as soon as it come.

Signed,

[Classified]

*bzzzrt*

Hello? Is this thing on?

-Fiddling can be heard as the recording continues-

HelLLLOOOO? Ah well, the little red light is on, so the recording mechanism must be on. Well, here goes...


Hi Mom! Remember me, Grunty? I know, its been a long time. You probably haven't seen me since I was a Murloc-pole. My life has been productive, and I've been making out great! I've made a best friend, I've learned a lot about many things in the world, and I've visited other dimensions! Don't worry, I plan on telling you ALLL about it!

Where to start, though? Oh murrrgrlrlr...I'm never good at starting stories.

-Silence plays for a few seconds-

Oh jeez, I'm sorry. I'm just excited I get to tell you all about my life finally. I know you are out there too, and I know this tape will find you as well! I've placed a keepsake that you gave me as a child to remember you by inside the homing device! See, it latches onto the scent and searches for where its the strongest! It usually takes a few weeks for it to properly find its target, but once I've put in where you should be, you'll hear all of my story in no time!

Anyways, onto the goods! When you disappeared those many seasons ago, Gurky and I were stranded on our home! We lived on our own for awhile, until that huge tidal wave came in, and destroyed our little house on the coast of Gilneas. In a way, I was happy to be rid of those horrid humans who inhabited that land beyond the great walls., housing that beautiful, but tragic city. I don't know if you know this or not mom, but some say those people are cursed! I've heard tales of the humans turning into wolf-like beings when they get into fights! I have avoided all humans since! And if the wolf part wasn't bad enough, they communicate with these people who are no taller than some of our elder murlocs! Gnomes, they are called. They aren't very frightening though, except for their hair-do's, and bad engineering abilities...

But I'll get to that soon! Anyways, when that tidal wave knocked out our house, I don't remember a thing! Next I knew, I was waking up on a beach, with weird trees, and green folk about me. They didn't see me, as I was too tiny! I searched for Gurky for days, but he was no where to be found. My brother was gone, and I was alone in the wide world of Azeroth. I missed you, and I missed Gurky. But being the tough murloc I was, I endured! I scavenged for food, as the green folk were always too busy with money and how to make it than look for me stealing food from their vendors and crates! I learned to adapt to this life style, and I continued on for many seasons thriving off the green folk's habits. I eventually learned they were called Goblins, and I was washed up on the shores of a series of islands, called the Lost Isles. I overheard all of it through a conversation with a trader from a distant land. I believe he was a Blood Elf, from the region of Silvermoon. The trader and Goblins talked a fair amount about trading, weapons, vehicles, and all sorts of gadgets and gizmos! I was hooked, and followed this Goblin around. I was so tiny, it was easy! I made a new home out of silver the goblins tossed out, and slivers of metal my goblin friend had left strewn about his household. I used to sneak in there and find things to build my house, but I don't have too anymore. He's my friend! But I'll get to it!

So, I woke up one day, to find my friend had left his house early, and I went on my normal theft for food. As I got closer to the city, I noticed no goblins were around. At all! I owned the place to myself! I pigged out on all the various things to eat, including tall strider meat! A real tall strider mom! I'll attach some drawings of one so you can see! I also discovered a new liquid that day too. It tasted gross, but it had a certain...feeling to it. It made me warm, and made me dizzy if you drink enough of it. I can't remember the name of it, though. I blacked out and don't remember much of that day aside from that discovery. When I woke up though, I had a terrible headache, and I was being shaken. I open my eyes, and it was my goblin friend! He had never seen something like me, and like you taught me, I made my war gurgle at him! I admit, I was scared at the time. I didn't know what he was going to do to me. But, he just chuckled, and told me to come with him.

I followed behind him, as I listened to him talk. He said he noticed his house was becoming tidy, and he saw the tiny bits in food, and finally understood where they were coming from. He said he was at a convention in someplace called the Anaheim woods, and saw me in the woods on his way back. His name is Tetsujin, and he taught me how to speak in common tongue so I would understand more about the world! He showed me maps of the great continents, he showed me schematics about things he builds, and even more....he taught me how to be an engineer! Yes mom, an ENGINEER! Its the most fantastic thing in the WORLD! I know how to make bombs, bots, vehicles, bullets, guns, and even flying machines! Granted I can't make the really big ones like they can, but I can make murloc size ones! Imagine mom, me, building flying machines for all the murlocs in the world! We could have a murloc air force! Also, you should see what I've done with my OWN project! Oh MAN! Its a murlocs mmmrgghhhll dream!

So when I became an expert engineer, and I made my way back from a journey that I don't like to talk about....but I'll tell you mom. Just give me a few minutes to remember it clearly. Anyways, I made a set of armor for myself! An armored murloc! Could you imagine the look on peoples faces?! I even made my own gun! A GUN! Ha! ...Ah well, you probably don't know what a gun is, huh. Or armor for that matter....well, I'll show you someday! When I finish making my flying machine! I'm going to name it after you. Its going to be called "Air Force Mom". Great name, huh?! Anyways, back to my suit! Its blue, and I made a mask out of a glass bottle that held some of that liquid in it, and painted the pieces with a very rare ink! The ink is a mixture of very rare ingredients. Half of it is just water, but one quarter is titanium powder to help solidify the water enough to make it a muddy texture that will stick to the armor, and the other quarter is hyacinth macaw dye, taken from a real hyacinth macaw's feathers. They are a beautiful bird, but its the only way for the color. Luckily for me, my friend Tetsujin had a hyacinth macaw feather! He has been trying to catch one for a long time, but only finds feathers of them around the Stranglethorn area, on the beaches. He believes the pirates around those parts have made the rare bird extinct. But, me being so small, I made all the ink I needed for my armor in one feather! My friend Tetsujin is amazed by my work, merely over how small it is in comparison to the normal projects he does! I hand craft all of my bullets into my machine gun, which fires 100 bullets every 30 seconds! I never would have thought of these ideas though, if it wasn't for that dreaded trip, mom.

-There is a pause in the recording. A sigh can be heard before Grunty's voice continues-

*Part 1 of 2*

*Part 2 of 2*

Tetsujin and I were riding on his new flying machine. He spent a long time crafting one that can fly at high speeds, and he wanted to take a trip around Kalimdor, which was close to his Lost Isles. Since I had learned how to speak his language, I managed to convince him to visit the Eastern Kingdoms instead. I was homesick, and I wished to try and find you mom. I never spotted you, or a clue about you, but we took a trip around the Eastern Kingdoms regardless. I saw the great battle between those nasty humans and more green folk. Tetsujin called them Orcs, and the land they were fighting for was in long turmoil. After passing over Southshore, where that battle was going on, we continued on towards Dun Morogh, where I saw the huge city of Ironforge from a distance. Even from a several miles away, the gate leading into the enormous dwarf city, sided on a mountain was a feat to see. Such craftsmenship!

As we flew over of a place called Karazhan, where the legend himself, Medivh, used to house himself and his fellow wizards, we were spotted by a gnome. Gnomes and goblins are pure rivals, mother. He followed us, tossing spells of fire at us from a distance. He knocked out one of Tetsujin's engines on the flying machine, and we made a crash landing just outside of a place called Nethergarde Keep. We were knocked unconcious by the crash, and we both awoke to a dragon snorting over us. Tetsujin jostled me to waken me quicker, and told me he had to flee or he would be eaten, and I had to make a run for it. He quickly vanished, and became invisible to my eye. I heard him speak to me, and he told me to run away as fast as possible. I fled and wanted to cry, as I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't. I had caught the dragon's eye. He roared viciously and began flapping his wings as he drew ever closer to me.

I saw a huge ditch, not far from where I was, and I ran as fast as my fishy legs could carry me. As the dragon's wings flapped effortlessly, I heard him bellow out a roar so powerful, so fierce, I tripped and froze in fear. His wings stopped, and he turned around to focus on something behind him. It was Tetsujin. He had ambushed the dragon and was defending himself while I fled. He screamed at me to flee, but I could not move. Something triggered inside my instincts, though, and I ran straight away towards a ramp. It was the only option I had. Before me lay a huge portal, with two statues on each side of it, holding swords that faced towards the ground. Their eyes peered out into nothing, red as rubies, but no gem to be seen. The portal swirled about, stars and planets flying side to side, each with its own unique color and shape. I had no choice. Either go into the portal, or watch Tetsujin get eaten, and become a dessert myself. So I jumped into the portal.

At this point, I don't know what it was. But I could see nothing, nothing except a yellow background, with what looked like the trader who talked to Tetsujin. He had balls about him, 3 of them, and a demonic looking...thing next to him. He held a skull in his hand, and huge horns on his head. It looked like he had wings, too, but they disappeared into the yellow background. There was a giant sign on this picture, that said "World of Warcraft - Burning Crusade". I don't know what that means, nor do I know what the little bar on the corner that filled up was either. I've asked many people, nobody can tell me what it was. Most think I'm just crazy. But I know what I saw!

I landed on some weird ground. It felt....wet. But it wasn't. It was squishy, and...thrived. It moved, sort of. I was too busy with this strange ground, to notice a large, hydra shaped creature approaching me. It hissed an evil noise, and tried to spit some green stuff on me! I was too frightened to worry about what it was, and tried to run away as fast as possible. I soon heard a noise, a noise I've grown to love. I heard the sound of machine going off, and I looked to my side to see a large body, strapped in armor. It was blue, deep blue, and he held a giant gun in his hands that fired extremely fast! He had killed the hydra creature following me, and noticed me. I must have grown some through the transportation of my friend's world to....this, world. He pointed the gun at me, and was ready to shoot, but I cowered and he laughed. He kept chuckling to himself as he walked away.

I followed him back to an area with metallic houses, with doors that opened by themselves, and huge vehicles moving around. Sometimes, the houses themselves even lifted off the ground and MOVED! It was an Engineer's dream! As my jaw stayed wide open, gazing into the truly magnificent sight of this base, I noticed a strange building. It had flying machines coming out of it, at a much faster pace than Tetsujin's copter!

I peered around the corner to see if anyone was inside, and noticed only 1 person. The people hoping into the machines. When I saw nobody in sight, I sprinted to one, and got inside the "Wraith" as it was called. I figured I knew how to fly a engineered copter, this should be no problem!

While I lied to myself and managed to crash the wraith immediately into the side of the hangar and utterly destroy the building, I quickly escaped unharmed. I didn't know what to do here. There was no water on this land. There seemed to be no foliage. No food. Nothing. I was doomed if I didn't find a way back home soon, or something to live off of. I didn't think for too long, as the large base was suddenly under attack. A whole plethora of new beings and creatures swarmed the base. I hid close by in an alcove near some crystals. I watched as more of those hydra like creatures, and smaller, more dog-like ones ran quickly and in swarms to jump on the robot people and quickly destroy them. Some of the pilots returned, and flying creatures assaulted them! I was witnessing a war on some world I've never heard of!

Running underneath the feet of the robot people, and ducking past the sliding hydra creatures, I found my way into a building where metal scraps and chips were scattered across the ground. I did what Tetsujin taught me best. I made a bomb. A bomb that any Goblin expert would shed a tear over. They would shed a tear because its such a potent, powerful bomb that they can't light the fuse and get away in time, thus making it impossible to explode. Lucky for me, I don't possess the mental block most goblins do, and made a timer on it.

I ran back to where I was first dropped into this world, and found that icky ground again. I quickly scouted around to find some sort of building from where these creatures might be coming from. And I found it alright...

I found the large, pulsing building. It looked alive, mother. Hordes of gigantic, floating beings with long legs floated around it. Maggots crowded its floors. These maggots turned into eggs sometimes, which spawned into numerous beasties that I dare not try to describe. The ground itself pulsed with the building, as what seemed to be workers, gathering materials from nearby crystal formations, and gas geysers. Everything looked chaotic in a way, but every being around that....that creep, on the ground, moved like clockwork. As I peered around the corner of the rock covering me, I saw more buildings, more disgusting than the last. A huge pool filled with green liquid that looked like mud. Huge tubes of flesh spitting out creatures, more buildings that clung and dug into the creep, piercing it and leaving blood around its roots.

After being thoroughly disgusted, and focusing back on what seemed to be the hub of this....this city, I noticed something odd. The top of the building had a giant hole, like a mouth. A mouth perfect for my bomb!

I kept my cover, but climbed up some rocks to reach a point where I could throw the bomb into the mouth. I set the timer to explode within 30 seconds, as this massive building would shield me from shrapnel and debris, that I don't need to worry about that. As I aimed for the mouth on this building, I waited for the red light to turn on, indicating the timer was counting down. As soon as it beeped, I heard a raspy, gurgly voice say "Nuclear Launch Detected". They had discovered me!

I tossed the bomb as hard as I could, scoring it perfectly down the mouth of the building, and took off from the scene. As I heard several cries of strange beings chasing after me, I was knocked flat on my face by the explosion of the bomb, and covered in these creatures guts. I stood back up, brushing off the pieces of these aliens and standing in terror as the robot people were staring at me, guns pointed. There must have been hundreds of them. But I didn't cry this time.

They lowered their guns, and began to move their hands. They slapped them together and started to cheer. I must have ended their war between those beasts.

As they walked away, back towards their base, shouting off their thanks to me and my engineer skills, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. A green glow, much like the one that got me stuck into all this mess. It grew larger, and those familiar stars and planets came back into view. Tetsujin's head popped out from it, and told me to hurry up and come back through. I leaped from where I was standing, straight into the green abyss, to land in Tetsujin's arms, back on my world.

He told me he distracted that dragon to let me get away, and then vanished again. He said he made a quick preparation after vanishing the first time to help me get away. He said the dragon was infamous for devouring anything he could. Teremus, his name was. But when he got away from the dragon, he waited a long time at the portal and studied its dimensions. He analyzed them, and went back home to craft a gateway between the worlds that he won't show anyone. He keeps it in his closet back home just in case something goes wrong again. He explained that the reason I got sent to a different dimension, was the giant Pit Lord who has assaulted the Dark Portal for the longest time in a world called Outlands, finally destroyed it, and since the link between worlds is now gone, the portal became unstable. At least thats where I met the robot people who saved my life!

And thats where I got my armor idea from. I learned the hard way that you need to be strong in order to survive in these worlds, mother. My armor suit was a patronage to those robot soldiers who applauded my bravery and craftsmenship. I wanted the armor to be exactly like those tough soldiers, and I made a gun from what I can remember of the first, big, blue soldier I met.

Ever since that trip to a different world....I've just spent a life with Tetsujin on the Lost Isles. He goes on vacations to try and bring home some new friends for me and himself. He's a very nice caretaker, and tends to many wounded animals, or pets. He is still hunting for that hyacinth macaw, though....and this is the place where I think I belong. My armor will always be a symbol to me, but I'm a murloc! I'm not a space marine. Not to mention my size puts me at a rather large disadvantage.

....and well, that wraps up my story, mom. I suppose once I got started, it was pretty easy!

But I'm so glad you can finally find out about my life! I just hope my tape finds you.

There is NO reason it shouldn't! Engineering is absolutely FAIL proof!

-Sorry its so long. I like detail, and really want to win. :)

Mother, Last Day

Seconds after the shuttle broke atmo of the third planet, Mother activated all the ECMs and ECCMs available to her. Already, her clutch was fading fast. Out of the three hundred recruits, only twenty-five where still breathing. After the initial dentonations on the science vessel had burned most of the habitat to ashes, Mother had taken those left alive and rabbited to the auxillary docking bay, tucked far below the main reactor core.

She had not expected there to be The Zerg there. Not in such numbers. Mother and her clutch had managed to fight through to the shuttle, but at further losses. Mother hissed in pain as more of her blood leaked through the temporary weave on her armour. She set a course for a deserted patch of forest on the west coast of one of the major continents, and retreated to the small medical bay.

She sighed in resignation. Five had flatlined during Gravitational Relocation. She began prepping the final twenty to be woken from cry-slumber when the proximity alarms blared. She rushed into the small cockpit and her eyes widened at the multiple gold blips on the scanners. She slid into the command chair and shifted the shuttle from Stealth Mode into Assault Mode. She prepped the escape pods, and jettisoned the last of her clutch onto the planet as she spun the craft to face the Zerg pursuers. She growled once, and opened fire with all the weaponry onbaord.

"I AM MURLOC!" She roared as she cut through the swarm and accelerated towards the Guardian that was beginning to intercept the Clutch that had landed.

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Grunty, Day 1

Mother is gone. I know that much. From the sign of the disintegrating Zerg, I assume that she died in combat. I nothing, as I am the last to awake, and the squad has dispersed already. I activate my armour, and move out quickly. As I load the TH-9001 Assault Rifle, I begin to scan the local radio broadcast. It seems that the indigenous population is similar to the scientists from Home. Far less advanced, though. I set about, converting the escape pod into a habitable shelter. Perhaps the squad will be able to return to this place when they have finished their reconnaissance. I will maintain a perimeter in the meantime.

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Grunty, Day 4

It seems that there is a major event going on with the locals. Blizzcon, or some such nonsense. I have avoided contact with them. I fear that I would not be able to stem the tide onlookers should they discover me.

Wait.

Something approaches. Threat level is ranked yellow. Dangerous, if I am unprepared. I activate the WC-128 autonomous lightning field and check my assault rifle. I focus the optics of my armour at the disturbance, hoping to catch a glance of the threat before it sees me.

There! Something vaguely Terran in stature, except more bestial. Obviously intelligent, as it is armed and armoured. Cloth armour, which would afford it no protection from my weaponry-

Frozen. Everything around me. My armour. My weaponry. How. Sensors did not indicate a time/space distortion. Some trick, perhaps? A contraption that I didn't notice?

"Easy there, little one. I've seen more than one Murloc go nutters at the sight of me before. Precautionary insurance, if you will." Murmured a soft voice. Like Mother's, except smoother. Like silk. I shudder. "Interesting gear you've got."

"Piss off, beast!" I hiss.

She (I would assume. My database logged it as a her before it went offline from the cold) cocks her head to the side. "It's all Murloc to me, little fellow. Though I wager you're not too happy with my little frost nova, are you?"

I make an effort to shake more of the ice off of my armour. She grins, and suddenly she looks just like a Terran, instead of an amalgamation of beast and human. She places her hand on my armour, whispering something, and the warmth of the day comes back in a flash. "Come one, little one. I think we'd best get you to someone who can help."

I watch warily as she pulls out a strange stone and drops it on the ground. Brilliant energy swirls around her and I watch as she tears open a wormhole in a matter of seconds.

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Grunty, Day 17

It seems that these "Draenei" have a similar technology to the Protoss. I have been having negotiations with their leader (they use the term 'Prophet'. I am intrigued), and I have been jury-rigging some of their technology to act as gateways similar to the ones we use for Gravitational Relocation. I have also met with the rest of the leaders of the 'Alliance'. I am unimpressed with the Terran. He is foolish, and will lead his people to ruin in the future, I am certain. The 'Night Elves' seem to be far more level headed, though I am most impressed by these Draenei. They are like me, in a way.

I am most grateful to the 'Worgen' Aphrael however. She has been an asset that I am now unwilling to part with. Without her, I would probably be quite dead. Indeed, everything I have seen these last two weeks has been thanks to her. I have seen much of this world in a short time, and I am intrigued by these 'Outlands' that she has mentioned on occasion. The Draenei also speak of them.

Aphrael said that she would take me to visit them soon.

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Grunty, Day 194

Time. There isn't much left, I know that much. The Zerg have been pouring into the Outlands from the many portals that have been left open. I have managed to reunite with the remains of the Squad, but we are too few. I will not involve the inhabitants of this world any longer. We will drive the Zerg back, and with the help of the technology that we have developed, close the portals.

Even if I never see my newfound friends again, I will be glad in the knowledge that they will be safe from the Zerg.

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Grunty, Day 1895

We engage with the Zerg under Jim Raynor this day. I am the last of the Squad, but this does not deter me.

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Grunty, Last Day

I am sacrificing my life to destroy the Zerg, hopefully once and for all, but that is a promise I do not make. They are resilliant, much like roaches. I only hope that they are not able to return in the many lifetimes that I am buying for the rest of the Galaxy.

I discovered the coordinates of Azeroth recently. I am sending my recordings and all of my information there, hoping against hope that they will reach Aphrael and her people.

But that is neither here nor there now.

I hit play, letting "I am Murloc" by the Level 90 Elite Tauren Chieftens blare as I charge into the hive, covered in porta-nukes.

"I. AM. MURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOC!"

End Transmission;

outtakes

1. "IM IN UR HYVE, NOOKING UR LARVAE!"

"Dammit, Grunty! You're supposed to yell I Am Murloc!"

"Eff you, man! Man, I ain't slept in days, man! I am tired!"

2. "...LINE."

"Aphrael!"

"What?! I can't remember my line, alright?"

3. "Can I shoot Varian in the face yet?"

"Grunty! No!"

"Awwwww... Pretty Please?"

"NO!"

"But Murky-"

"I don't care what Murky said! He's tripping on something!"

"B!tch be trippin' balls!"

"MURKY! GO BACK TO YOUR OWN SET!"

Additonal Info

Tidehunter-9001 Assault Rifle

Binds on Pickup

1200-9001 Damage (9001.1 dps)

+9001 Strength

+9001 Stamina

+9001 Hit Rating

+9001 Critical Strike

Unlimited Ammo

Chance on Attack: Every 10 seoncds, Player gains buff "Nuke It From Orbit", which causes every hostile in a 120 yd radius to take 9001 damage ever second for 360 seconds

"The TH-9001 Assault Rifle is an amazing piece of weaponry. IT DOES OVER 9000 DAMAGE!"

Grunty's Power Armour

Binds on Pickup

9,001 Armour

9,001 Defense Rating

+9001 Strength

+9001 Stamina

+9001 Dodge Rating

+9001 Resilliance

Chance on Equip: Every 5 seconds, Player gains buff "I AM MURLOC", boosting all stats to the maximum, increasing run speed by 9001%, increses Experience gain by 9001%, and rare item drops by 9001%.

"IT'S OVER 9000!"

Disclaimer: Grunty is not Dead. He, in fact, not only survives the nuking of Kerrigan and the entire Zerg race, but he nukes every Zerg he finds, and eventually winds up on Azeroth again where he and Aphrael have tons of adventures pwning n00bs and getting phat lootz. Grunty totally did not make over nine billion gold with the publishing of his autobiography entitled, "Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghl: In Which A Murloc Finally Gets His Due". Aphrael did not get a 10% cut of the profits either. Not even GMs can obtain Grunty's gear, even with S\/\/337 Skillz.

A flash of fire flew past his face, exploding against a particularly nasty looking grizzly. The ursine creature roared both its agony and rage, then resumed loping towards Grunty. Shaking in fear, nevertheless Grunty stood his ground, miniature gauss rifle raised and preparing to fire on the bear.

"Now", the mage behind him whispered, and to suit his own words another fireball double the murloc's size sped towards the bear. The little space marine thumbed the safety, squeezed the trigger and added his own burst of steel needles to the sizzling ball of death towards the grizzly.

As always, the fire and steel speeding across Grunty's vision brought forth unbidden memories. Memories of a rain of flame and metal; memories of pain and death. The red flash cleared from his vision, and instead of a grizzly, a rearing zergling bared its fangs at him. Again, a mass of brown teeth rushed at him, again he fired to no avail. He looked left, and the green woodlands of the Grizzly Hills were replaced with the harsh jungle of some destitute world infested with the Zerg. Fellow space marines were lined up beside him, firing desperately into the tide of flesh rushing their way. At the edges of his vision, he could see similarly sized figures being swarmed by zerglings. Turning in fear, he looked for help among the veteran Confederate Marines. The fear in their eyes chilled him to the bone. Steeling himself, he turned back round to see a ball of fangs sailing towards his face. Backpedalling, he tried to raise his rifle, but it all felt too slow, all too slow...

"Are you ok there, Grunty?" Shaken loose from his flashback, the murloc found himself again among the sloping hills and streams of the Grizzly Hills. Glancing down, the bear lay still, scant inches from him. He looked up to see a frown creasing the eyebrows of his mage companion, Araris. He tried to say,  "Yes, I'm fine", but all that came out was a string of intelligible gurgles.

Araris smiled at him, and said "If you say so my friend." The mage walked over to the bear and began skinning it, humming tunelessly to himself. Araris' head suddenly swiveled, facing the stream and shot out his hand. A blast of Arcane power blew into the water and onto the river bank plopped two fat rainbow trout.

"Well, there's your dinner", flashing another smile at the startled murloc sitting on his rump. Grunty grinned, revealing a row of sharp, pointy teeth and happily trundled towards the still moving fish. A warm laugh from the mage at the sight of his companion filled the quiet woods. As he sank his teeth into the cold flesh of the trout, Grunty still wondered at the gaping chasm the size of Neltharion's Maw at the differences in the human race, between the brutish and crude Marines, and the honourable mage he strode alongside, and between also the unbreakable bonds of loyalty between the Marines, and the vicious betrayals among the race. Grunty just assumed the entire race was insane; it made his life easier that way.

Images haunted his dreams. Trees and huts, burning. Dead murloc-wives and babies. Another set of dreams, the harsh lights of a reconditioning centre, the empathy and hardness in the eyes of the Marines, the dark waters with hidden terrors they were recruited for. He dreamed of it every night, that one night out hunting with his fellow murlocs, coming back to find their homes burning, wives and children dead from the Confederacy's xenophobia. In the early days of that war, once the Confederates were aware of what they were dealing with, obliterated any sign of biological activity that were non-human without a second thought. Grunty was the victim of one such attack. The emotional pain in his dreams led him on to the physical pain of suffering while being Resoc'ed and trained as a Marine for Special Operations, in Grunty's case underwater engagements that no sane Marine wanted to do. The surviving murlocs from his clan were pressed into service, often with horrific casualties. For the Confederacy, an accidental genocide was worse than a systemic one, after all, these brave warriors died in the line of duty, bereft of home and duty. That they were alive at all was due to the Marines' reluctance to execute a peaceful civilization after destroying the only lives they knew. They thought that the same processes that would break a human would break the murlocs. They were wrong; hatred and anger burns far fiercer than anyone can imagine.

After the previous recollections, he always arrived at this last dream. A nightmare first encounter, barely two out of ten squads survived their first engagement under the murky depths of the swamp. He remembered well that night, gathering what remained of the squads, all their eyes burning brightly with hatred, anger. He remembered, again, breaking into the armoury, breaking free into the hold of the Battlecruiser and slaughtering all they came across in a hail of gunfire. Then he remembered the vicious retribution enacted upon them. The Marines re-armed, and fought back; their much larger rifles tearing Grunty's fellow soldiers into shreds. He remembered blood, flying everywhere, and running, running as far as he could from the terrible sounds of gunfire. An escape pod, salvation flashing in his mind, then blackness, always-drifting blackness, until...

" Wake up buddy, we got more bears to hunt down", Araris was hunched over him, shaking him gently. Grunty yawned, showing his array of sharp fangs to the mages ever-present delight. Grumpily, Grunty got up, and playfully attempted to but Araris' hand, again evoking laughter from the mage. It was a fine day, and standing beside his human companion, Grunty sighed, releasing all the tensions from the night's terror. Opening his eyes again, Grunty looked up at Araris and smiled, knowing there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

Lets start off as Grunty was fighting a Battle in Starcraft and out of no where a portal shows up. Grunty thinking to himself it will take him closer to his enemies base he takes it. He wakes up looking around in a deep and dark area. Surrounded by odd plants and creatures, as he looks he sees sumthing out of the corner of his eye. It was dark, with the scent of dead wood, noises that Grunty has never heard before. He looks for this dark shadow that seems to follow him like a shadow of death clinging to Gruntys every move. Well he runs into this town with beings he has never seen before he wants to think they are Marines but seem to be dressed in more old or ancient like clothes. He ask with a point of his rifle who, where, and what year he is in. One of the townsfolk walks up and greets Grunty with a bow and says" Welcome to Gilneas my friendly and odd looking traveler." Grunty nods as he lowers his rifles slowly and bows and says thank you my fellow being. Grunty is taken to the leader of Gilneas and is asked where he has come from, what time has he come from, and what is he carring and what armor he is wearing.

Grunty sits and explains he was in a great battle with his enemy as a portal appears and he thought is was a quick way to his enemies base. The towns folk of Gilneas nod and laugh asking did you expect a long travel to our woods in our time of need. Grunty then goes on explaing things about his gear, his ammo whom his fellow soldiers made in the time he is from, from certain ores, metals, and chemicals. Grunty tells stories of how he was young and was always wanting to be in the service and to fight against his peoples enemies. To free his people from wars, troubles, and the loss of fellow lives from friends and family. The fellow towns folk of Gilneas explain how they are not normal and how they were cursed by a evil owner of a kingdom known as Shadowfang Keep. Grunty is shocked and asks" What is this curse you speak of?" The people from Gilneas say wait for night and we will explain. From day to night Grunty speaks to the men, women, and children of Gilneas trying to find out more info of where he is. One of the Leaders of Gilneas takes Grunty into a holy area known as the Church of Gilneas and says "Please dont be feared we will not harm you, we are not like the others who kill and terror others for fun and game." The leader starts yelling in pain telling Grunty to back up alittle so he isnt hit from the towns folk swinging his arms in pain and howling. Grunty stares in whoooh how this man is transforming into a beast of sum sort. Hair slowly growing all over this man face changing starting to stretch and forming a animal like feature. Clothes start rip and being removed from the arms and legs of this being. He looks in aww how this one normal looking man is standing in front of him as a creature he might have seen looming over him in the forest that he has landed in. This man/ creatures in on his feet which are covered in fur, claws, and are bet at the ankle like sum creature out of a childs nightmare. The Gilneas speak of how this curse has turned many of their people into creatures who kill and follow a leader who use them as guards, hunting beast for food taking pieces from these creatures bloody smelling like rotting boar that has been in the sun way to long. The wolf like creatures starts explaining that there is a fight between other race known as the Horde. Which consist of of Bull like creatures that are known as Tauren, Orcs, a smaller version nimble and bothersome known as goblins, Undead like beings with body parts hanging from the torsos, human like creatures with ears that raise high into the sky, and greenish like creatures with parts of enemies haning from the bodies knows as Trolls. They explain that the Alliance is the friendly group and the side they will help since the Night Elves have helped in the past. Grunty asks what are Night elves and the Leader of Gilneas explain there are other race who are on their side known as Night Elves known to love their land and would help anyone who asks. The dwarfs with their long beards and axes breathes smelling like rum or and other booze they have drank, smaller like peole known for magical abilities know as Gnomes. A race he has seen in many battles in his own realm known as humans, draenai who have landed from another planet as well whos ship has be met with mechanical problems. The days go by with stories of a Lich King whos controls powers and a weapon that should have not been messed with. After all the stories of the pasts and their wishes of a future of hope, peace, love, and of a warless realm Grunty nods. With a nod and a promise to those who have brefriended him he vows to help as much as he can with as much respect, honor, and pride as any Worgen would give his life to save a fellow comrad.

    PART 1

    they stumble upon the young Murloc and...


    the goblin gives out and ear-spillting shriek while the worgen transforms into his battle form, expecting to se a great beast, preferrably a yong ogre who lost his club.
   
    As the worgen jumps in front of the goblin the goblin falls to the ground in fetile position giving out short little sobs. The worgen looked around, seeing nothing in front of them, began sniffing the air. Smelling the odd salt scent he assumes some beach bums or surfers were nearby. He shifted back to human and turned around grabbed the goblin up by the his celebratory Blizzcon '09 smock. He began shaking him out.

    "Gordu, you fool. First the camera's, now a squirrel. Rela-"

    The worgen was interrupted as a cold cylindrical object touched the back of his ankle, "BANG!"

    All at once the worgen hit the ground in his shifted form, dropping Gordu. The worgen sprung, flying straight toward the waist of whatever was attacking him. Mid-air he hit nothing with his face down, fangs showing. HIs eyes caught the shine of a metallic blue metal. Confused, he half tumbled barely catching himself. He srpung up, half crouched looking at the thing "What... was that?"

    At his feet, he saw what had scared Gordu so much. The most formidable creature ofall of Azeroth. The terrifying beasts that made homes in every niche, every cranny, under every rock, and on every coast in Azeroth and Outland alike.

    "Murloc", the worgen stated.

    He looked over to see Gordu had fallen on his head, a bump starting to formed as he lay there unconcious. The grunty wobbled over hte the worgen, barely being able to lift his gun.

    "Bang", the murloc said. "BANG, BANG". At that, the gun fell. The murloc attempted to lift the gun again, but was unable.
   
    Although mortal enemies to all murloc's, the worgen couldn't help but smile. He leaned over and scooped up the murloc. Still unsure, he growled. "GRRR!"

    The  murloc jumped straight up out of the worgen's hands. Almost a foot in the air. As the murloc landed, it started crying. "WAAAAAAAAA!!"

    This time, the worgen jumped back, juggling the little murloc in an attempt to not drop him. But the worgen's agility was unmatched, and soon secured the murloc to his chest, coo'ing the baby.
   
    As Gordu started coming around he loooked at the worgen, "Mardel, what are you doing? Kill that... that THING!!", Gordu exclaimed.

    Mardel ignored the goblin and sat down. Still coo-ing the baby. He was now rocking it back and forth. The babysat back, now starting to giggle, went and held up his hands as if he were holding the gun he dropped when the worgen picked him up, pointed to the goblin, "BANG, BANG".

    Gordu jumped back and whispered something under his breath. Glowing electric balls sprung up, surrounding Gordu. He put his hands a little apart from him on his side and electricity sprung up inbetween them, "Put him down Mardel. Let me end this before he end's us."

    Mardel shifted, turning around so that his shoulder blocked the baby form being hit. A low growl was starting to grow in his chest. The goblin and the worgen stood ten feet from each other. Prepared to fight.

    Mardel knew why Gordu felt this way. Both him and Gordu were both saved thanks to Azeroth's 'Murloc Safety Protection Association'. They had their reason to hate murlocs, but something about this one made him feel sympathetic. His eyes glared at Gordu's.
   
    They stood.

    Mardel was trying to pay attention, but he felt weight on his shoulder. He saw Gordu's eyes widen up. Mardel turned his head and saw the baby murloc reaching out, attemtping to grab at something. He looked, and saw what had caught the babies attention.

    The 'ball' of electricity that was held between Gordu's hand. Although the ball was highly dangerous, it's glowing effects and the way it danced held the murlocs attention. Mardel pulled the murloc down, shielding it. But the murloc jumped right back up, standing on Mardel's shoulder.
   
    The baby Murloc jumped, and fell. Almost six feet to the ground. Mardel reached out and tried to catch the murloc. But no use, he missed and the murloc hit the ground. He heard a hiss, like steam being let out as the murloc landed. Confused he watched as the murloc ran over to Gordu.

    Gordu watched too, stunned at what he saw. He watched the murloc run over to him. He braced himself, expecting the murloc to jump at him. His electric shield would most likely kill the little beast so he wasn't afraid.

    But the baby murloc didn't run into him. It ran to his side and was jumping up, trying to grab the electric orb inbetween Gordu's hand. Gordu felt a pang inside him. How could he kill this creature. It was so defenseless and adorable. Gordu dropped his lower hand and let the ball dangle.

    The murloc hit at the orb with his hand. Watching as the orb flew around, like a ball on a string that a kitten would play with. Memories flashed in front of Gordu of happier times.

    Mardel watched the murloc and couldnt help but smile. He noticed a piece of paper taped to the back of the jumping baby. He walked over and picked the murloc up, who layed on its stomach in the furry hands of the still shifted worgen trying to hit the orb in Gordu's hand again.

    Written on the paper, Mardel read aloud:

            "Please take care of Grunty good. He be a special one of us. He no be         aggressive and angry like big leader. He just little baby murloc-a now. Take care         him."

            "S.p. His gun be prototype. When he grow big an' stronger he know how to         make ammo. Lots of metal scraps give him. He know what dey do.

            "S.p.p. Shine armor please"

    Gordu looked confused. "What?"

    "I guess just shine his armor and give him metal. I wonder how long he has been out here."

    "Who knows. come on, lets just take him back. He might be hungry." Gordu looked down, but Grunty was gone. "He's gone Mardel, oh no..."

    "BANG BANG"

    Mardel turned around to see Grunty dragging his gun behind him, still unable to hold it up. Both him and Gordu laughed at that. Mardel scooped up Grunty and him and Gordu walked back to their shack.

PART 2

    'Pzz-ew, Pzz-ew'

    "Grunty, what did i tell ou about firing your gun inside the house, its bad enough we had to replace the door last week. Outside"

    "But, but. Grunty wanna play inside. No likie ousside by self. Martel come ousside and play with Grunty."

    "Grunty, you know i can't. Not today at least. Ask Gordu. I've got to go hunt, i need a sturdier bag to carry metal scraps for your ammo, which i wish you would try and save more of"

    "Grunt no like Ghorduk. He meanie. Me go hunt wivva you. Me good hunt now. Me show you." He raised his gun. the targeting system locked onto the the armchair.
 
    'Pzz-ew',  a blast of light.

    "NOT THE CHAIR GRUNTY! ARGGH!"

    "See, me told-a you Ghorduk be meanie."

    "You blew up his chair again, Grunty. Come on. Let's go hunting then, before Gordu comes."
   
    "Grunty grab ammo real quick. Real quick." Grunty ran over to his machine he built, tossed some metal scraps into the top. The machine jumped to life, spewing steam out the hole in the roof, shaking the table it stood on, almost shaking the whole house. After a couple seconds the machine beeped. Grunty opened the slot and out popped 100 small gowing blue orbs. He put them into the pouch on his side and ran out the door to catch up with Mardel.





    "Alright now Grunty, you got to be real quiet. Or else you will scare away all the creatures. Now, we need to kill these creatures. Then i skin them. Now stay here."

    Grunty was used to this, his memory flashed to when Mardel had first turned invisible and popped up behind him, scooping him up and tossing him in the air. Mardel called it invisibilty, or stealth. His attention drifted as the corner of his eyes saw a big black boulder slowly walk at the farend of the forest. Gruny knew it was a bear. A Bear that would provide lots of leather for Mardel's bag. He raised his gun, took out a orb and put it into the hole in the side of his gun. His gun beeped, and charged. Grunty raised the gun as the targeting system zoomed in, showing Grunty the big bear. he waited a second and went to squeeze the trigger.

    He stopped, Mardel had become visible, one dagger deep inside the bears back while Mardel expertly twisted sideways using his other dagger to slice the bear's throat. Grunty gave a squeal and ran toward the bear and Mardel.

    As he reached them Mardel had already satrted skinning the big black bear. "Martel expert, almost good as Grunty!'
   
    Mardel laughed at that. "Grunty, can you hold this bag open for me?"

    "Grunty help. Help good." Mardel tossed the bag at Grunty. Grunty caught it and watched and Mardel's wrist twisted with great agility. big chunks of the bears skin came off. he tssed these chunks at Grunty, who tossed the bag up and caught every piece.

    After the bear was thoroughly skinned, Mardel began cutting pieces of meat and placing them in his own bag. "We are going to eat good tonight, Maybe Gordu can stop complaining for once."

    As they finished they began walking back toward the shack. Mardel stopped.  Grunty loked around and saw nothing. As he started walking forward he saw something in the sky through the clearing in the tree-tops. Something was falling from the sky, and fast.

    It went out of view and before Mardel could stop grunty he took off. Mardel ran after him, easily catching up. after a good 20 minutes of running Grunty finally saw, through a opening, smoke.

    "Grunty, wait here," Mardel said, walking past Grunty to the clearing.

    Grunty's curiosity was too overwhelming and began to follow.

    In the clearing was a crater. In the center of the crater was a huge metallic ball. Grunty recognized it as resembling his ammo, but a lot bigger.
   
    "What... is that..." Mardel's voice drifted off.

    "Dat be big ammo. For big gun" Grunty said.

    "I don't... I don't think so Grunty. Come on, we will look at it more after dinner, this meat will start to go bad."

    "Grunty want touch ammo, maybe make big gun like copy machine for ammo from Gnomeragen. Then Grunty be best hunter in world!"

    "Later Grunty, the meat."

    But Grunty wasn't paying attention. He had already slid down the hole. He could here the ball vibrating. He reached out to touch it. As his fingertips touched the metal, it came to life. The ball pushed itself up and part of it popped open.

    "Welcome marine. SC-0107928 pod initialized and ready."

    Grunty looked in awe, inside was a seat surrounded by glowin frames of light, mutiple buttons and a myraid of dancing images. Grunty walked up the part that had came off and went to go sit in the chair.

    Mardel ran down the crater and grabbed Grunty. He felt his feet gain power and took off, a dark path followed behind him. He didnt stop running with Grunty fidgiting in his hands until they had reached the shack and were safely inside.

    "Grunty, you had better fix my chair. Or else you are going to-"

    "GRUNTY WANA GO BACK! MARTEL MEANIE! MEANIE MARTEL!" Grunty screamed.

    "I'm sorry Grunty, but we don't know where that came from. For all we know it could-"

    "NO! Martel and Ghorduk never let Grunty do what he want. Grunty good enough. Grunty Better then you boff."

    "Grunty-" Mardel began.

    "NO! Me go back now!"

    Before Grunty could even take a step Mardel was already in front of the door. "I said no."

    "But... but... MARTEL MEANIE!"

    "Grunty-"

    "NO! MEANIES!"
   
    "GRUNTY! GO TO BED NOW!"

    "But... Martel..."

    "NOW!"

    Grunty began to cry. He quickly stopped, "Real hunt's dun cry" he told himself. He began to walk to his bedroom and looked back. Mardel was looking out the window above the sink. His back of meat still around his shoulder. Grunty remembered his bag and threw it down. "Grunty mad at you boff. You meanies."

    Mardel didnt look. Gordu was still confused. Not knowing what was going on. Grunty walked in his room and slammed his door.

    "What was that all about?" Gordu asked.

    "I'll tell you later." Mardel said as he tossed his bag of meat at Gordu. "Cook that, it should still be fresh."

    Gordu opened the bag, "Not bear meat again. Couldn't you have killed something else for once?"

    Mardel didn't answer. he just walked to the stairs. Gordu walked over to the stove and chanted. Fire erupted in his hands and he threw it in. He could hear the wood crackling already.




    "Grunty, it's dinnertime. Come out and eat." Gordu said.

    No reply.

    "Grunty?"

    Still no reply.

    "Alright, I'm going to eat your yummy delicious portion."






    Grunty sat inhis dark room, shining the same spot on his armor over and over again. He heard Mardel go up the stairs, the floorboards above creaking. He heard Gordu cooking, cursing every so often. He ignored Gurdo when he called him out for dinner. He was mad at them both. They never let him do what he wanted. He was a big hunter now. he fired his gun better than Mardel could fire a bow.

    A long time later he heard Gordu go up the stairs. Mardel had never come down. Grunty didn't care though. Mardel was mean to him and deserved to stay in his room just as much as Mardel thought Grunty did. Thinking of how Mardel had treated him. He threw the rag he was using to shine his armor on the ground and glung hinself on his bed. Before he knew it his eyes felt heavy and Grunty fell asleep.

   






    Grunty woke up. Hearing nothing: crackle of wood on the fire, Mardel howling a litte, Gordu cursing as he attempted to learn to sew leather together, not even the frogs outside his window. He went to his door and pushed it open a little. Outside it was dark. Darker than Grunty ever remembered. He picked up his gun and ran over to his machine, making more ammo just in case. He saw on the counter was a plate of food. Grunty felt bad now. Gordu wouldn't eat his food on him.

    He walked to the door. He saw that it was locked and lowered his gun. In the dim light from the fireplace he saw Mardel sitting on the chair, his pajama's going through the hole in the back of the chair. Mardel was holding Grunty's favorite book "The Green Hill's Of Stranglethorn".

    Grunty felt bad now. Mardel was waiting for him. He was going to read to him. Grunty started to walk over to Mardel when he heard the snap of branches outside.

    Grunty raised his gun and unlocked the door. The nightvision on his helm came up and he saw everything. Out in the distance something was glowing.  Grunty closed the door, leaving it open for a second to look at Mardel.

    "I be back," Grunty whispered to Mardel before he closed the door.

    He ran. Everything was bright and green thanks to his helmet. He ran toward the light, which was slowly growing brighter as her reached it.

    He Recognized where he was.

    He walked closer toward the clearing. The metallic ball from earlier was growing brightly. Around it were a bunch of puppy-dog looking people. They were wearing mud in certain spots and teir clothes were made of feathers.

    He noticed that the ball was closed now. He also noticed that the pupp-dog people were banging on the ball.

    Instinctively Grunty raised his gun. There were about twenty of them.

    "Real hunt's can take dese puppies down easily" he thought to himself.

    As he got closer to the clearing he heard a voice inside his head, "SC-0107928 pod  on standby. Enemy threat detected. Initiate self defense?"

    Grunty looked around and saw no one. "Who dat is?"

    He heard the same voice say again, "Pod SC-0107928. Initiate self defense?"

    Grunty realized it was the voice from the ball he had heard earlier. "Yes," was all Grunty could say.

    The light around the ball grew brighter and brighter until it exploded in a nova. Grunty turned his head to block the light. His vision went dark for a second.

    The green light came back on and he saw all the puppy-dog men laying on the ground. Grunty looked amazed. "You must be great hunt of all times!"

    "Pod SC-0107928, open bay door?"
   
    Grunty amazed, just nodded his head. The ball lifted off the ground again and the stair-like doorway popped open again. Grunty saw all the lights dancing from the edge of the crater.

    He slid down the crater, dodging the puppy-dog men who he saw were still breathing. "Puppy-dog people be ok?"

    "Enemy immobilized. Self defense sequence successful."

    Grunty nodded again and whispered "Great hunter take down many puppy-dog men at once"

    "Enemy immobilized. Self defense sequence successful."

    Grunty reached the stairs. This time he hesititated. "What ammo-ball do?"

    "Pod SC-0107928. Target, Home"

    "Home," Grunty thought of Mardel and Gordu. "Ok, we go home" Grunty pulled himself into the seat. The lights flickered off and his helmet brought up a map like Grunty had never seen before.

    "Initiate launch sequence?"

    "BANG BANG!"

    "Launch sequence initiated."

    Grunty felt straps wrap around him and hold him to the seat. he felt his seat shake. The view on his helmet changed and he saw a blip and felt himself pushed into the seat.

    'Me wanna see what going on!"

    "Bay window shutter open"

    Grunty saw the tree's disappear from view. he saw a little shack that looked like a toy house. He saw mountain in the distance. after a second everything got really small. After a few seconds, he was no longer pushed into his seat. and everything he saw was now on this ball beneath him.

    "What dat ammo ball be used for?"

    "Planet: Azeroth."

    "Dat be my home, me wanna go back"

    "Negative"

    "But-" He felt himself pushed into his seat. His view became blurred again. and to the side of the window he saw another planet. "Das home, me wanna go home"

    "Negative. Planet: Outland"

    "N, it be home"

    "Negative. Planet: Outland"
   
    "But-" Again he felt another push and again, everything became blurred. Another ball came into view.

    "HOME!"

    "Affirmitive"

    Grunty watched as the headed straight for home. After a minute he saw things clearly. Different surroundings. Everything was new.

    "Pod SC-0107928. Return home successful."

    Grunty watched as the door popped open again. He jumped out of his seat and looked around. Everything was new and Grunty couldn't help but think of Mardel and Gordu.
   
    A door up ahead opened. Three other people dressed in his armor started walking toward him. Grunty stood amazed, watching them.

    The one up front walked toward him as th other two stopped. Grunty raised his gun to him.

    The blue man in frong of him ignored the gun raised and said words Grunty couldn't believe.

    "Welcome home, Marine"

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                                                                                              Gruntly’s Journey Home

                                                                                       

     As Krillz & Landra Razdunk arrive home to Gadgetzan after a long awaited honeymoon at Blizzcon ‘09, Landra spots a glimmer of light falling from the sky into the smoky silhouette of the mountain tops in the distance. Worried it may be more Silithid soldiers being delivered for reinforcements, she quickly gets her husband’s attention. “Krillz! Did ya happen at see that? Silithids fallen into a new spot. Too far East if you ask me…..,”
     Krillz slowly turns around to the area Landra was pointing and his heart skips a beat. Barely able to get the words out of his mouth, he mutters, “Aiur is b-b-b-breading more S-S-S-Silithid???” With that, he drops everything in his arms and rushes off to warn the other Goblins of the danger from the South. “Mogul Razdunk! Mogul Razdunk!! Pops!!”
     “Knock it off!! You will scare away my customers and then you‘ll really get what‘s comin’ to ya!!” came the screechy, yet powerful, voice of Mogul Razdunk as he strolls out from behind a vender stand.
     “I’ll scare away your customers? What about that contraption suit of razor armor you’re wearing?? Ya could of chosen a better wardrobe for…… Never mind that! More Silithid were just dropped in tha mountains. I think they are expanding and we need ta do something now!” By now Krillz was starting to panic and began to sweat at the thought of being invaded again by the enormous insect- like creatures that have reeked havoc on their homes before.
     “Not our problem. I gota long day, kid and I see tha dollar signs on these Draenei’s heads. Time is money so I cannot be bothered with bugs,” the Mogul bluntly replies.
     “Yo, we need ta stop them now. I love gold as much as tha next Goblin, but I love meh family too. If ya won’t help, I will get tha help from tha others!” Krillz says and turns his back to his father and walks to the center of town.
     Landra finally makes it to her husband’s side after dragging their suitcases through the thick sand of the Tanaris terrain. “Wazzup?! You left these at the flight path for me ta carry in! They are as tall as me for Gold’s sake!!” she yells as she plops them back down in front of Krillz.
     “Get in tha house and secure tha kids! Call tha wives and tell em at do tha same!” Krillz then turns away from her and begins to address the Goblins of Gagetzan with just a little white lie. He knows no one will volunteer for a “unnecessary fight” so he starts to think like his father. “Attention Goblins!! I have come across some information involvin’ treasure! Pirate treasure!! Everyone willing ta fight tha Pirates for all the gold, jewels, and wares you can imagine, gear up and follow me!!!”
     Before Krillz could even speak the last word, Goblins were bustling around, grabbing swords and suiting up for all out war. Even Mogul Razdunk turned away his customers and closed down shop for a cut in this enticing chance of a lifetime. And before anyone know it, a mob of gold hungry Goblins are marching their way towards the mountains in search of this unimaginable (and factitious) treasure.

     Meanwhile, at the crash site of the Silithid pod located near the entrance to the Caverns of Time, onlookers are cautiously passing by in fear of disturbing whatever creature my be lurking inside. Saala and her summoning partner, Vani peer over at the strange orb-like pod. As tall as a full grown Drake and covered in vines and moss as though the object had grown them itself. It towered over them, casting an ominous and suspicious shadow over the two raiders as they summon their group members to the cave.
     “Have you ever seen that before, Vani?” questions Saala with a leery look in her eye.
     “Probably just some low level Silithid. No biggie….. If something comes out, we can one- shot it,” laughs Vani.
     “Very true. Lets hurry and get everybody here and down to the Culling of Stratholme. I want the [Reins of the Bronze Drake],” Saala says eagerly with a sparkle in her eyes.
     “I have it already, so remember that you owe me one for coming,” Vani says, but doesn’t really mean. Vani is always ready to help a friend in need.
     “What is that thing?” Boink wanders aloud as he appears in front of the summoning stone.
     “We don’t know. It was here when…….,” Saala’s voice trails off as she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. The alien like pod begins to shake and tremble in front of them as they brace themselves for a fight. Saala pulls back her arms and begins to create a Frostbolt of ice. The water in her hands begins to freeze as it swirls through her fingers and just as it is about to explode, releases everything she’s got into a stream of ice and water directly at the foreign pod.
     It bursts open in a messy eruption of green goo, covering everything within close proximity. Vani wipes her face with her hand and flings the excess muck onto the sandy desert floor. “Yuck! Now you owe me some laundry…..,” she mutters sarcastically.
     “Get ready!” yells Boink as he peers into the mist creeping out of the broken pod, “Who knows what could be in that thing.”
     “Heeey! What are ya doin’?!” cries a voice from the distance. It was the Mogul with Krillz Razdunk at his side, followed by a Goblin mini-army closely behind.
     “We were jus….,” Boink begins to explain.
     “You were just- nothing!” yells Mogul Razdunk, “This here is our treasure! Keep ya dirty hands off!” He glances over at Saala and notices her title: Bloodsail Admiral Saala. “Bloodsail Admiral aye?! Pirate scum! You’ll get what’s comin’ to ya!” With that he lunges forward with Saala in his sights, every piece of his razored armor in full motion. With gears spinning, he brings his circular saw arm down toward her head when Boink jumps in front of the attack, blocking the saw with his Mace.
     “Stop! There is no treasure!” omits Krillz, “We are fightin’ a common enemy here. Tha Silithid must be killed!”
     “No treasure! Whadaya mean NO TREASURE?!” exclaims Mogul Razdunk.
    Saala decides it’s better to not get involved but instead sneaks away from the already hostile Goblin mob, and motions her friends to follow her on into the cave. The mob begins to grumble to each other with anger as they shake their heads in disagreement with Krillz lie. The crowd is in an uproar and Krillz decides to keep them focused on the problem at hand. “They’ll wake at any moment! Get yer weapons ready ta take em out!!” Krill struggles to yell over the volume of the Goblins and is barely successful. A Goblin wings a ball of old paper at Krill and hits him in the nose. Then a banana peel hits his arm, an empty paper cup cracks him in the belly, then a jagged rock in his calf. “Hey! That last one was too much! It really hurt…”
     “Don’t ya come ta me for any more help, Krillz,” stated the Mogul, “Ya don’t mess with a Goblin an’ his gold…..”
     The Goblins, upset with the absence of free treasure, turn and begin to head back to their homes. The only one left standing in the mucky slime covering the sand around the pod is Krillz Razdunk himself. He draws his sword with shaky hands and inches his way up to the towering pod. The mist has cleared from the inside of the Silithid pod and to his amazement, looks as though this shipment of soldiers (as well as the angry mob) was all in vein. This pod is completely empty. Not an insect in sight. Krillz, puzzled by this, squints his eyes and peers deeper into the darkness. An overshadow of something small in size outlined at the bottom of the pod seems out of place to Krillz. He reaches for his tool belt and slowly pulls out a Venture 3-in-1 flashlight. He fumbles for the switch and clicks the light on. The once bright light starts to flicker some, and with the smack on the side of the handle, is back up and running fine. He slowly pulls up the light and points it into the darkness. The inside walls are bumpy with green and purple veins that seem to pulsate under the light of the flashlight. He slowly tilts the light down toward the mysterious object on the once misty pod floor. To Krillz surprise, the figure on the floor wasn’t Silithid at all. Nor was it any type of scary, vicious creature he had imagined. It was a cute, and maybe even hurt, little Murloc in a Marine’s uniform. “This little guy is so young. How could he be a Marine?” he thought. Worried that the little guy may be hurt, Krillz rushes him straight home.
(cont.)

(cont.)

     “Welcome back, Krillz! How’d it go out there for yas?” questions Landra, “Whadaya got there in yer arms?”
     “I found it in the woods after everyone left the crash site,” Krillz lies.
     “Woods? What woods? I told ya ta stop drinkin’ that [Skin of Dwarven Stout] before lunch….” She scolds.
     “Un’Goro Crater. An’ I haven’t been drinkin’ woman…. Gimme some help,” he barks as he lays the little Murloc down on their living room couch. “Get this little guy some First Aide.”
     After some bandages and a couple Flash Heals, he is as good as new, but still unconscious. “Let’s let ‘em rest, Krillz,” Landra said as she covers the little Merloc up with a blanket. “I’m gonna round up tha kids an’ get ’em ta bed. Hollar if ya need me.”
     Everyone is in bed but Krillz as he sits in his favorite chair waiting to ask the slew of questions going through his head. Where did he come from? Why was he in the Silithid pod? Why is he dressed like a Marine? Where are his parents? His thoughts drift off as he falls into a deep sleep.

     The morning glare shinning through the open windows gleam into Krillz’ sleeping face. As he blinks open his eyes a soft, cool breeze blows across his chilled, blanket less body. He forces his eyes completely open and jerks his head to the couch where he sees a bunched up cover on a slept-in couch. Looking anxiously around his family’s empty living room, he jumps out of his chair. Krill begins to search his entire home, just to find there is no one there. The panic feeling in his chest disappears as he peers out the window where his children are playing in the backyard with their (apparently) new friend. He breathes a sigh of relief and heads outside.
     “Yo, little buddy…. Can I ask you some questions?” he asks as he walks up to the new member of the Razdunk family.
     “His name’s not ‘buddy’ Dad. It’s ‘Grunty,” claims Krillz smallest child, Gaza.
     “Oh, is it now? Well, come on inside wit me, Grunty. We need ta go over some things,” Krillz replies.
     Once in the house, Krillz can barely hold it together. He starts asking all of his list of questions. One right after another, while Grunty sits and waits patiently- waiting for a moment to get a word in.
     “Excuse me,” Grunty blurts. “Can I just tell you the story from the beginning?”
     “Of course ya can! I’ll be quiet,” Krillz smiles.
     “My parents are Marines for the Terrans. I was born into the Marines and would therefore, become one myself when I became of age. But coming of age means I would undergo brain surgery and implants to control any aggression I may have. So to avoid this, my parents moved to the last place any of their commanding officers would look. Aiur, a Planet abandoned by our enemies (the Protoss). It’s covered in jungles, so they thought it would be impossible for us to be found,” Grunty looks down with tears in his eyes, “But they were wrong. The Marines don’t like when people turn their backs on their own kind. They surrounded our house in the middle of the night. My father went outside to talk to them as my mother snuck me out in a secret underground tunnel. When we reached the end of it, we were deep in the Zerg breeding ground. There were Silithid and other giant insects everywhere. I was sooo scared! My mom said that everything would be okay and that she would go back for my father and they would launch out in the next pod after me. She kissed my forehead and shut the door. The next thing I remember was waking up and seeing you.”
     Not knowing what to think of this story, Krillz rubs his head. “We can send a search party fer ‘gold’ and tell em to lemme know if they find any pods. That’s tha best I can do. An’ ya can stay wit us til we find em! But there is one question I wanted to ask ya something that ya didn’t answer already….”
     “What would that be?” Landra asks as she glares at Krillz.
     “Well, nothin’ I guess….” he replies. “Ya can go on back out an’ play wit tha other kids now, Grunty.”
     Grunty smiles and runs back out to the yard, leaving his tiny little weapon on the coffee table. “I jus’ wanted ta ask ‘bout the ity- bity gun, Landra. Ya spoil everything…..” Krill whines as he reaches for Grunty‘s weapon.
     “Tha boy’s been through enough. Leave ‘em be. An’ leave tha gun too!” Landra growled as she snatched the C-14 rifle from the table and walked into the other room.
     “Well, ya know everybody’s gonna wanna know!” he yelled as he tried to peek in after Landra, trying to catch a glimpse of where she may be hiding it.

     It wasn’t long before the Goblin community starting asking questions about Grunty, his mini weapon, and not to mention the “Gold (but if you see a Silithid Pod….) Searches.” Everyone wants to know where this little Marine Murloc came from and before long wanted to know who crafted that beatifically crafted C-14 rifle to fit such little hands.
     “Aye, Krillz! Some reporters have been asking me where that boy came from  like I know! I’ve got customers ta tend to an’ I don’t want all these cameras in meh face takin’ pictures! Ya need ta get out there and tell ‘em!” The Mogul yells as he barges in the Razdunks’ door. “I don’t have time for this madness!”
     Krillz thinks he really to answer their questions. He has been practicing his story for days now, and he knows what he has to do.
     “Alright, I’ll talk to ‘em!” Krillz takes a deep breath, opens his front door and steps up to his doorstep where a media circus has consumed their front lawn. “What do yas wanna know?”
     “Mr. Razdunk! Mr. Razdunk! The question on everyone’s mind is: Where did you find Grunty?!” screamed a reporter from Azeroth Daily as she sticks her microphone in Krillz’ face.
     “I found him after Blizzcon in tha Anaheim Woods,” he replies.
     “Is it true there were Worgen who tried to keep him for their own? Did you fight them? Were they really hairy?” screams another reporter.
     “Um…. What? No….” he states with a contemplative tone in his voice.
     “Why did you leave Blizzcon?” asks a reporter from Azeroth Daily.
     “I didn’t feel good. The lights were givin’ me a headache,” he states confidently.
     “Did you see the mother? What happened to his parents?” another reporter shouts.
    “Don’t know where his mom or dad is, the Razdunks will be a good home til we find ‘em. If ya don’t have anymore questions, then off wit cha!” cries Krillz as he takes a step back into his doorway and slams the door in the faces of the curious people. He glances over to see all eight of his little ones (plus Grunty) with their small faces pressed against the windows in amazement of all the bustle outside. “Time for bed now kiddies! Mom’s gonna tuck yas in….”

     The next day, Krillz walks out to the front yard to find it is littered with empty paper cups and wrappers and stray, forgotten cords from the mayhem the night before. As he leans down to start to clean up the mess, a shadow looms around him covering the grass surrounding his feet. He turns slowly and peers up at the female Human standing in front of him. Although muddy and torn, her clothes are still recognizable as a Marine’s uniform. Krillz glares suspiciously at the woman, not knowing if he can trust her.
     “I believe you have my pet Grunty,” the woman says bluntly.
     “I don’t know who ya may be talkin’ ‘bout….. I don’t know a ‘Grunty.’ So ya must be in tha wrong place,” he replies.
     “I seen the news paper after I arrived here, and it says you have my Grunty!” She yells as she drops to her knees, hangs her face in her hands and begins to sob.
     With that, Krillz drops what he’s doing and darts into his home. “Lock the doors! Shut the windows! They’re coming for ‘em!” He starts locking his deadbolts and chain locks, shutting windows and sliding latches. “They’re here!!!!”
     “Who’s here? How many times I gotta tell ya ‘bout that [Skin of Dwarven Stout] in the ‘morning! What’s wrong with ya?!” Landra scolds him about his drinking again.
     “They are comin’ for the Murloc, Landra…. We gotta hide ‘em!” Krillz whispers.
     Landra glances out of the recently bolted shut windows to see a woman hunched over in her yard with tears pouring down her face. “Ya mean that pour woman out there? Yeah, she’s a dangerous one I tell ya….” She rolls her eyes, and walks towards the front door. As she reaches for the wooden plank that is currently barricading the door, Krillz lunges his body against it.
     “No! Ya can’t do this woman! The child is a murloc….. That is a Human! It can’t be his mother!” he yells loudly.
     Hearing the commotion, Gruntly comes walking into the living room. “My mom is a human….. Is she here?!” he claims excitedly. He wanders over to the window and peeks outside. “Ma-ma!!”
     The woman hears Gruntly’s voice through the closed window and looks up from her hands. Her face lights up as she runs to the door. “Let me in! He’s my baby!”
     Krillz, knowing he is defeated in the matter, drags his feet over to the door. After a few seconds of clicks and clangs, the door swings open. Out darts Gruntly with the biggest grin on the smallest little face. “I was sooo scared! I thought you guys didn’t make it! I missed you!” He runs into his mother’s open arms as he cries tears of joy on her shoulder. “I’m so happy you made it! Where’s Dad? Did he tell them what for?” Grunty grins at the thought of his daddy kicking the butts of the men who forced them into hiding.
     His mom bites her lip. “I didn’t want to tell you this, honey…..” she pauses for a few seconds, “Daddy didn’t make it, sweetie…..” her words trail off into a whisper and begins to sounds as though she loses her voice. Grunty’s pupils dilate and the happy tears quickly become sad. He begins to scream and cry until his little lungs can hardly bare it anymore.
     “Let’s bring him inside….” Krillz says as he mopes into the front door. Once inside, Landra wraps Gruntly up in a nice warm blanket and hands him to his mother. The woman begins to rock her child him as he slowly drifts off to sleep. There is an awkward silence as everyone is sitting in various places around the room. Krillz thinks this may be a good time for everyone to formally meet each other for the “first” time. “I’m Krillz Razdunk, son of the all- famous Mogul Razdunk (Ruler of the Venture Trading Company.) This is meh wife Landra Razdunk, and our eight kids: Moogil, Gimla, Toggle, Lil Krillz, Lando, Gilar, Revilgaz, an’ Gaza. An’ of course, our newest member of the pack, Grunty.”
     “Well, you have an awfully big family Mr. Razdunk. I am Samantha Byrne, my husbands name is…. was a famous Alliance Marine Captain. We adopted our little boy when he was just a little blue egg. We rescued him from the Forsaken on this very Planet in an area called Silverpine Forest. I’m sure he must have told you the rest. I love Grunty with all my heart, but I can’t take him back to out home Planet, Aiur. The Alliance Marine Corps will surely find him. But I mustn’t stay here with him.” She bowed her head in shame, and squeezes her baby tight.
     “Ya just got here back in his life an’ yer gonna run off and leave the poor thing again? What kinda person are ya?!” yells Krillz
     “If I stay here, they will track me and find their way to Grunty. I cannot allow that to happen. It looks as though you are a good father and husband to your family. I would like you to take care of Gruntly. Please, the Marines will hurt him if you don‘t. I must go. I‘ve already been here too long.” Samantha whimpers as she slides Gruntly off her lap and onto the couch. She stands to her feet as she slightly hunches over as to not hit her head on the ceiling.
     “Yer not even gonna wake him up ta say goodbye? How do I contact cha? How will ya get back home? What am I gonna tell em when he asks where ya went? Where ya…..” Krillz was cut off in mid-sentence as Samantha interrupts him.
     “You cannot contact me. I have secret level 100 Mage to port me to my home Planet. Please do not try to seek me out. It will put all of you in danger…..” She mutters.
     “Level 100 Mage aye? Have ya been hittin the [Skin of Dwarven Stout] with meh husband, woman? There’s no such a thing! The highest known Mage is a level 80, yer jus’…..” Landra laughs.
     “Exactly. Highest known. Please do not pursue this. I’ve told you too much already,” she leans over and kisses Gruntly on the cheek. “You’re safe now baby. And you’re also home now. Your real home. I love you.” Her eyes begin to tear up again as she heads to the door. On her way out, she turns around and takes one last look at her little boy. Then closes the door behind her.

     Grunty was frolicking around in shallow water, looking for fish with his brothers and sisters and playfully splashing everyone in his way. His earholes picked up, as he thought he heard horse hooves approaching his family's village. Suddenly, shots rang out and some of the older, guard murlocs started running in the direction they came from. A fierce battle began with what looked like a Tauren hunter in plate with no pet and a strange visored helmet. He was whistling to himself as the baby murlocs of the tribe hid. They watched as he looted and skinned their elders right in front of their faces. Grunty, fuming with confusion and rage, crept up behind him blindly aiming to take the monster down. He jumped onto the armor, but accidentally pressed a button, opening a shiny, swirling blue portal. The Tauren shook Grunty right into it and he blacked out.

     "Man, you got any smokes, I ran out."
     "Yeah, hold on."
     "Thanks, man, I really needed that. It's been a stressful week guarding the outpost here."
     "Don't worry, man, I understand. Just last week I OH SH*T, WHAT IS THAT?" The two patrolling marines had come upon a little ball of unmoving scaly flesh.

     "Should we shoot it?"
     "Well, it doesn't look like a bug to me. H*ll, it doesn't even look that harmful. Let me see if I can wake it up." He poked at it with his gun, and it stirred and gave a garbled murgle. Blinking his eyes, Grunty looked up at the two marines before screaming and trying to run off.

     "Hey, little feller, don't be scared!" The men put down their weapons. Grunty let out what sounded like a trepidatious purr and slowly came and rubbed himself against the marines' legs. "Well, I'll be. We should keep him in the outpost! Little guy looks about famished." They brought him back and put him in a room full of extra armor suits and headed back out into the unforgiving desert.

     A few minutes later, they heard gunfire. It sounded like it was coming from INSIDE the outpost though. They exchanged looks and hurried inside. The door to the spare room had been shot open, and there was the little creature, wearing a miniature armor suit, complete with gun and shamed expression.

     "Is he wearing the experimental suit? Wait, don't touch that!" It was too late. Grunty had pushed a button on the suit and another portal opened up. Startled, Grunty tripped into it.

     He woke up in a forest.

Yarrrggghhh!  I made some minor changes which I think draws the story line together better.  Then i had to break it down to two parts.  Um, I didn't incorporate much into this other than just let my imagination run wild and knowing how cute this little Grunty is (I was jealous when I saw my friend's).  Well here goes:

The Story of Grunty

Part One

Kaz ran her fingers through her auburn hair in total, screaming frustration.  She had been an integral part of this year’s Blizzcon event since before it was even put into any solid planning stages.  She was inaugurated just as the Blizzcon 2008 was still ongoing.  Now, with two days left before the grand opening of this huge, epic extravaganza in Anaheim, CA was to begin, a time that should have been her sweetest accomplishment and at the same time should have been anxiously waiting the unfolding of her handiwork, was now a total nightmare. 

Head in both hands she began to weep.  She hadn’t cried since she was a teenager….  She remembered that she had cried for the very same reason…..

Kaz had been a very, very quiet child.  Her parents were worried at first.  The only time she cried was the moment she was born and that was purely reflex to open her lungs.  The doctors were perplexed at first also, but as the months grew into years, their perplexities turned to astonishment as the child’s intelligence revealed something more than just genius.  All doctors, even a renowned scientist that her mother had insisted upon, who examined her daughter, could not pinpoint what it was, at least not out loud to the parents.  In groups by themselves they talked of alien presence, paranormal, and dropped sentences with nervous twittering of “not of this world”. 

One day, however, found Kaz “playing” on her computer.  Her parents had spared no expense when it came to her computer(s).  No teenager ever dreamed to own such a fleet of monsters as these and Kaz had even gone in and re-programmed them herself to meet her needs.  Kaz never “played” like normal kids but she had downloaded an ever popular online roleplaying game.  She was drawn to the artwork.  It held a strange beauty for her and she was not sure why.   She had read about game addiction in humans. 

Ten hours into straight playing and making several accounts so she could do several characters at once, she sat back and smiled.  A little murloc had made her smile with delight, an emotional response she had not experienced…ever.  By the time Kaz was 16 years old she had become a seasoned veteran employee for Blizzard. 

 Kaz, was very lonely.  The only thing that kept her on the left side of saneness was her murlocs.  She learned how to draw, paint, graphically enhance murlocs of every type, shape, color and they adorned her office.   Why did she feel “close” to these simple conjured “cartoons” that some human had thought up?  Why did she feel closer to these murlocs then she did her own parents?   

Now, sitting in her old office, which she hadn’t touched since she had tackled her job as Blizzcon 2009 over seer, cheek on her cool desk, resting her aching head, she had come to the realization of why she was so sad and yet so happy around these murlocs.  Now she knew.  She knew why she was here, why she was so different and knew her purpose on earth.

She only had to walk five blocks to the bank.  Not just any bank.  It was a particular bank.    Now she was standing before the safe deposit box.  She waited for the bank manager to leave. 

Her hand on the lid she gently lifted the top.  There on the bottom lay Grunty, no bigger than her thumb, listless, but breathing.  In full murloc armor he laid there, his little arms outstretched and his frog like webbed hand clutching a piece of paper. With tweezers, Kaz gently began to remove the piece of paper.  Suddenly the seemingly unconscious murloc was up on his feet wailing fiercely “Rrrrrrraaaaawwwwlllglurglur”.  His little guns that were attached to his armor began firing tiny bullets that ricocheted off the sides of the metal box bouncing from side to side and occasionally hitting poor Grunty, “zing, ping, ZAP!” luckily his armor was protection enough.  Kaz began to laugh as she covered him protectively with her hands until the bullets spent themselves out.   It started as a chuckle deep in her throat which after making contact with the world became a rip roaring belly laugh.  

“You’sez laughs at me?  Rrrrrraawwwwwlllllgglrrrrr!  Lets me outs here!”  Grunty wailed and squirmed. 

“Shhhhhh” whispered Kaz, “it’s ok now, and we are both free. 

“Fwee?”  Gurgled the wide eyed murloc.  “If fwee, les go, I WANT MY MOMMAARRRAAAWWWGGGGLLRRYYY” Grunty began to wail. 

“It will only be moments from now my wonderful little friend.  Once we “found each other” the process began.  We will transport back to the Draenai ship which has miraculously made it through Azeroth shields with many survivors.  You and I were transported to this realm only for safety and to fix what needed to be fixed.”

“What is realm?” Grunty blinked trying to remember as much as he could….it was all a little fuzzy yet and all he wanted was his momma.   

“We traveled to a human race realm.”  Kaz began telling the story as it came back to her.  “It was made by the most powerful wizards, like me, to create a place where we could come to turn back time and/or space or even manipulate time to change whatever events needed changing.  It’s only used in dire emergencies”

 “Rest assured little warrior, momma gurgler is safe and sound.  I found you being carried in a sack by a traveling troupe of goblins and worgens.  I think they were taking you to their yearly feast and not as a guest I might add.”

Grunty began to hiccup and every hiccup he gurgled “rrraaawwwwlllgggrrrrrl.”  He was so adorable.