The Story of Grunty

Part Two

Born to the king and queen of all Murlocs, this little fellow had been deemed a knight that would save their world, unfortunately they had hired an unscrupulous gnome blacksmith to make his armor to protect him not only as he grew up, but to change as his body changed so he never had to remove it unless he wanted to.  The bad thing was once it was enchanted by their court mage, he couldn’t remove it.  Sometimes when he became excited or upset it would begin to fire bullets and so no one dared come near him.  The tiny magical bullets were deadly and could pierce about any armor.  “Zing, ping ZAP” the bullets would sing as they reverberated off the nursery walls.  The King and Queen were beside themselves in trying to figure out what to do.  The queen mother only wanted to hold her little baby but all she could safely do was look from afar or when he was sleeping.  The King and Queen were beside themselves at what to do.  During the night, however, while all in the royal hut were sleeping he was secreted away by a band of Worgen and Goblin thieves who, of course, promptly wrapped him in special magical cloth and took off down the path, that would lead them to nowhere, but leave the baby murloc to change the world!   

 Kazzay, a prominent, well known Draenai scientist was traveling post haste to the second ship that had made it through Azeroth’s turbulent shields.  More of her race had survived this time and knowing this she was thankful that all had made it off of their beloved planet before it failed and exploded into nothingness.  Draenai scouts, who were fiercely protective of their beloved Kazzay, had found the goblins and worgens just up ahead walking the trail towards Exodar.  When the goblins proved to be hostile to their friendly approach, they were neatly frozen into place and striped of all their possessions before letting them go.  One of those possessions proved to be quite dangerous.  As Kazzay approached her troupes to see what all the fuss was about and why there was so much gunfire, she heard a tiny little cry….a gurgling…..(besides the “zing, ping, ZAPPING sounds) coming from the most adorable gurgler she had ever set her eyes on crying, gurlgling for his mommagurglerrr.  Without fear she put up her shield and picked up the tiny little murloc creature and cradled him in her arms.  She began to sing a old Draenai song that had been song to her when she was but a baby.  “Grunty likes, Grunty likes lots, rrrrgggggllllyyy.”  He shut his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. 

Holding the murloc in the crook of her arm, she dispatched a messenger to the royal house of murlocs to tell them their heir was unharmed and would be brought back soon.  However, there was one thing she must do first, and that was use the only transporter left which was on this second ship.  Hopefully it still worked.  She was the only one who knew how it worked and how to fix it if it needed it.  It only transported to one place and back.  A place called earth, a place of horrid, unspeakable things.  A place called “Anaheim, California”, whatever that meant.  All Kazzay knew was she was to transport there to do something she wasn’t even sure about yet and she was about to find out that she was to start all over again in a strange and very alien place.

Kaz knew now.  She knew she had finished what she had come to earth to do.  A patch had been made to her world.  It had to be done here on this earth realm where it seemed all life as she knew began.  As intelligent as she was she did not understand well what that meant.  She thought of it as a spirit world where all things are made.  She knew she had initiated the task of changing her world back to “normal”  by becoming a real life human in this realm and putting the working cogs into place.

Kazzay, now standing in the this bank vault, all human characteristics fell from her, her skin turned a light shade of blue, her horns sprouted from the top of her head and flowed over the top to just behind her ears.  Her tail grew and just as she started to feel the transporter transform her molecules she gently held the tiny murloc up in one hand over her head and yelled “For the Light!”  Thus the light did shine down upon them engulfing them in pure golden white light rays. 

He could not see into the room as he pulled open the door and looked into the shining bright golden light that pierced his eyes and blinded him.  He did hear the little wail “Raaawwwwlllllgggrrrrrr” as he brought his hand up to cover his eyes.  He heard a tiny pinging….almost like a bullet reverberating off of walls, a zing and ping and then zap he felt it hit his forearm.  It felt like a bee sting…..but…aw it was gone, the light had faded and the bank manager’s memory faded as well.  He went back to his desk as if nothing had happened.   He looked at his watch, it was time to go home and start his vacation.  Blizzcon 2009 here he comes!

GRUNTY

by Runehako

It was a dark and stormy night. There was no sight, no sign nor feel for light.

So an opportunity arose for she who did not dare to impose in the life of the Murloc called Grunty.

Mother cared for the murloc. Mother cared for the child. But terran influence was anything but mild.

She had to take him away though the suit he still wore. She just had no gold, and clams arent acceptable in stores.

A kiss on the cheek. One last tear weighed a ton. For it was time for mother murloc to leave Grunty at Blizzcon.

Through the bushes she went never again to be seen. The hours passed; it was morning; through the trees came a gleam.

A stir and a shuffle Grunty woke from his sleep. He knew not where he lay so he began to weep.

“Mommy! Mommy!” cried Grunty out loud. But there was no one near, just the trees and a cloud.

Then a rustle and a crack little Grunty did hear. A Worgen and two Goblins had suddenly appeared.

“Dont be afraid, we are friendly” the Worgen did assure. “I’d be glad if I could help” a Goblin then ensured.

Up on his feet was Grunty with no hesitation. He then grabbed his rifle, his only vindication.

He pointed at the Worgen for he scared him the most. He’d never seen a man-wolf, it was like seeing a ghost!

The Goblins beckoned Grunty and he returned them a smile. The Worgen shrugged it off for kids was not his style.

“With us you will go!” said the lady Goblin named Bo. “But first we see Ozzy!” said the other named Moe.

So inside they went, and what a sight it was. So many costumes and wonders it left Grunty open jawed.

 Wandering through with Moe who was holding him tight, Grunty did stop in awe at something  in far sight.

It was a cartboard cut out of a fellow marine, Grunty compared the gear to his own and his eyes then did beam.

“Am I a Marine?” asked Grunty. To which Moe said “No” bluntly.

“Oh...” Grunty sighed with tear in his eye.

“Dont listen to Moe!” replied lady Bo. “He just envies your gear!” and Moe, this he did hear!

“Well what can I say?” Moe asked right away. “Its a fine piece of work!” he finished with a smirk.

As time came and went for Grunty with his new found parents. He now felt what being love was like, this became more apparent.

They ate and they played they even witnessed a Horde fight! But in the end of it all it was overall a great night.

Hours then passed, yes Blizzcon was a blast. But now it was time to go home, hope their cart can move fast!

But of course it did, it was tied to a rocket! There was no need for keys, Moe left them in his pocket.

Arriving home and inside Bo then locked the doors locket. And happily ever after did Grunty live in Mudsprocket.

                                                                                                            Grunty.. A heros best freind

                                                                                                           by dropdeaddk --Barthillas, oceanic.       21st, october, 2009.

One stormy winters night, in steelgrills depot, Dun morogh...

(nock nock nock!)  "Who is it?" Bronk Guzzlegear Yelled at the door after taking a scull of bourbon.  "It's me, spingspindle Fizzlegear..."  Guzzlegear got up and hobbled towards the door.. "Well, Fancy seeing you here." Said Guzzlegear in a Grumpy tone. "My brother, I Have good news.. err, a plan of some sort!" Said Fizzlegear......Guzzlegear let out a long sigh and said, "come in, make your self at home"....Fizzlegear walked in anxiously and hung his Leather coat up on a hook mounted to the wall. "Sit down, Do you want anything too drink? Eat??"   "No thanks."   Replied fizzlegear..... Guzzlegear Sat down slowly, Sinking into his couch.. He Asked..."so what Brings you here?"......Fizzlegear took a big deep breath and said " Imagine a companion,  Not an ordinary companion....But a companion That is Fit for war, To Fight for azeroth.. To serve for duty"    Guzzlegear burst into laughter and said " your mental, How do you plan to build something so small and so fit for battle!?"  fizzlegear Cleared his throat and replied.. "well Its not so much building it...."    Guzzlegear asked "What's that meant to mean?"  Fizzle gear explains " Ive build a set of armor, Made out of the finest Thorium Bars In All of azeroth! A Semi Automatic gun!....But what creature is able use this!?!?!?!?!"  Guzzlegear says " ill Have to see this myself before i get myself involved in something so Unusual...." 

Guzzlegear and fizzlegear both Got a local Gryphon too The city of Ironforge...

(Later on In Fizzlegears workshop)

"show me it," Said Guzzlegear... (Fizzlgear pulled out an object that appeared to be a rich blue, shiny Set of armor, And a Gun)

"Its...Its... Beautiful!!"  Stated Guzzlegear in a Impressed tone. "hahaha, I got me' mates down at the forge to Have a Peak at the schematics, i got them the materials.. And this is what i got, Amazing eh?"  Guzzlegear said " and i know just the right creature to use this, Follow me!"    (Guzzlegear And Fizzlegear Went to Ransin donner, In ironforge)  Guzzlegear asked Ransin donner "Would you happen to have a spare Murloc From Ye old Blizzcon 2005??"  Ransin replied "YES!!! His a Shy one but his good, His name is murky" (ransin Put his Fingers in his mouth and Made a High pitch whistle) There was a moment of silence... SUDDENLY THEY HEARD A NOISE COMMING FROM NO WERE!!!  "MRGL MRGL mrglmrgle" An adorable murloc was at the foot of fizzlegear....."thanks Ransin" said Guzzlegear.

(later back in Fizzlegears workshop.)

Fizzlegear slowly started putting murky into his armor, 1 piece at a time..

"there ye go little fella!"  (murky squeezed the trigger of the gun and started shooting rappidly around the room) "NO BAD BOY!!!"  Yelled fizzlegear...Murky replied."mrglmrllmrgl mrgl MRGL!!!"  guzzlegear said to fizzlegear.... " mabye we should name him grunty, since he is always making those grunty noises"

(so Fizzlegear Pulled out a A Small rectangle peice of iron) He carved on it  [grunty.  S.fizzlegear...2009]

"you know blizzcon 2009 is on at the moment" said guzzlegear..."Yes mabye if we leave him Somewere, the people arriving home from Blizzcon will Find him...And they will see who made it on his badge!! That means i will Get business!!"  said fizzlegear...(fizzlegear looked at Guzzlegear and said, "Gilneas, All the worgen will be arriving home from blizzcon!"  

(So off they weant to Gilneas, They found a small lake)

"Is this a good place??"  Asked guzzlegear "yes, He will be found. He will follow Hero, And follow them All the way from azeroth, Outlands Too northrend!"

(They wrapped grunty in A Linen cloth, And Put him under a tree next too the lake)

(they both looked at each other )  guzzlegear said "He will be a hero's best freind'

They both started their journey back to Dun morogh

[The next day on the road to gilneas]

( a Young Worgen was strolling on the path to gilneas)

he said too him self  "man, That was an awsome experience!  The developers panel, The costume contest! IT WAS BRILLIANT!!!!...Diablo 3! Starcraft!!!! I just cant wait to go the the next one!"

(he walked past the lake and grunty stepped infront of him)  "mrgrlgglglglgggrgrlglglgrlgr"  The young worgen bent down to the height of grunty and said nicely"hey little guy!"  (grunty went to the worgens left leg and wrapped his hand around, Giving a hug) "Do You want to Come on a journey with me? A Epic adventure?" (grunty thought for a second, and then nodded with excitement)  "but were are you from!?!?"  (grunty pointed at the steel badge He had on him)  The worgen read out aloud "[grunty.  S.fizzlegear...2009]....Hmm i must find this Person and thank him , for such a creation!!!!"

Grunty and the worgen Both started their journey through Azeroth,  They Explored the vast lands, Proved their worthiness to Azeroth! Fought the way through dungeons! Finished Quests!! Served against the Lich King! 

A year after They went to  spingspindle Fizzlegear's Workshop and Said thanks, Fizzle gear said "No.. thank you for finding him! Buisness has never been better.. But i'm getting old.. i've decided to make only 20 more Sets of armor... I just hope they meet the right owners, And serve Azeroth as A Heros best friend" 

And For 20 more Heros, The Journey Had just begun

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It was another Sunday afternoon in the jungle of Stranglethorn Vale, just 4 minutes before the next fishing contest would begin. Shayal, a Draenei Shaman, searched for a good spot to go fishing, she was determined to win the fishing contest today. Atop of her swift zhevra mount she wandered the shores of Stranglethorn. The breeze was gentle and silent here, an excellent spot to find some speckled tastyfish! She examined the area, making sure there weren’t any wild animals or worse, Horde warriors. Then prepared her fishing rod with some new bait she got in Dalaran from Marcie Chase, cast a water walking spell and waited for the announcement.

‘Let the Stranglethorn Fishing Extravaganza begin!’’ Riggle Bassbait announced.

Shayal hurried and started fishing. She fished for 10 minutes now and catched 6 of the fish she needed. She heard something in the bushes behind her. Shayal turned her head to see what it was. Two small creatures came running out with fishing poles. They startled her and only afterwards did she notice it were goblins. One of them was male and looked like a tinker, with his goggles and engineers equipment. The other one was female and wore a long dress, she had a backpack in which Shayal could see some vials. Probably an alchemist.

‘Hey, come Spockle! I know the best place to find those fish!’ the female said.

‘Hahaaa,’ the male laughed. ‘Sure, lead the way!’

Shayal frowned at them and continued her task at hand. They came up next to her and started fishing at her spot! Well, it wasn’t against the rules or something, but still it was her spot!

‘Naaru, help me.’ She thought.

‘Heyhey! Spockle I got a catch!’

‘Whaaaat? Now already!? Not fair Lili!’

The female goblin reeled her catch in but it was something different then she expected. A small fishy creature but certainly not a speckled tastyfish. It was a baby murloc!

‘Oh, damn it. I thought it was a tastyfish.’ The female sighed.

‘What is it anyway?’ the male responded.

‘Moron, can’t you see that’s a murloc!’

‘Ah, I see now! What are you going to do with it?’

The murloc baby looked exhausted and frightened. The female goblin sneered.

‘I think I’ll have use for him in one of my potions!’

‘Just like you, Lili. Allow me to decompose him!’

Shayal got sick of the thought. She glanced at the poor murloc who was making some strange sounds. It looked as if he was weeping.

‘Go ahead, Spockle!’

The male goblin reached in his bags and grabbed one of his dynamites.

‘Spockle! How can I use it for my potions if you blow his guts out?’

‘What do you mean? This is my scalpel!’ the goblin said.

‘No won’t feed him that dynamite get a knife of something!’

Spockle then grabbed the little murloc in the palm of his hand.

‘We’ll see about that.’ He said as he tried to shove the dynamite in the murloc.

The murloc screamed in agony. Shayal couldn’t ignore the helpless creature anymore. As the female goblin tried to persuade her companion to give it back, Shayal grabbed the male goblin’s arm. The goblin look up, way up to the draenei’s determined face.

‘Wha-Whaaat? What are you doing, Draenei!?’

‘ Let the murloc go.’ She said calm in a draenei accent.

‘ Listen to her Spockle! Give him back to me!’ The female said.

‘ No, let the murloc go.’ Shayal replied.

The goblins made eye contact as if they were confused. Then they grinned.

‘Aah so you want this murloc? Well, though luck, we found him. He’s ours!’ Spockle said.

‘ He does not belong to anyone.’ Shayal said as the shoved the goblin backwards.

‘ Egh.’ The goblin snorted. ‘Okay I see what’s going on here.’ He said as he reached for his backpack.

The removed a big gun which was obviously ‘goblin technology’. He aimed it at Shayal.

‘ You shouldn’t have intervened!’ He said while unleashing a barrage of bullets.

‘Spockle! What’d you do?’ The female said.

‘ I did what must be done.’ Spockle grinned.

The smoke was slowly fading and Shayal still stood at her spot! The goblins gasped. They saw a totem standing next to her, and it looked like her skin was from stone!

‘ Oh, no! It’s a shaman.’ The female said surprised.

Shayal walked up at the goblin, who were trying to make more distance. The female grabbed something out of her backpack, strange potions, and started to throw them. The vials broke in front of Shayal and some poisonous gas escaped. Shayal coughed. The murloc, who was put in the goblin engineers bag tried to make his way out. He saw that the woman who tried to save him was suffering. In the bag he was in he found some explosives. The brave, little murloc took the explosives and made a swirl and released them to the female alchemist. The female glanced at Spockle while grinning. Then her face changed to fear.

‘Spockle! The mur-!’ And was cut of by the bombs that exploded in her face. Her body disintegrated and Shayal looked up at the murloc.

The male goblin was trembling.

‘Lili! LILI!’ Then the sadness turned to rage.

The grabbed the murloc and squeezed the life out of him. The murloc was crying in pain. Shayal cast a poison cure through her body and Frost Shocked the goblin. The murloc fell out of his grasp and he was rooted in ice. The goblin looked enraged at Shayal. He had dropped his ‘goblin gun’ at that moment at was defenceless.  At least, that was what Shayal thought. But then, the goblin reached for his pockets and threw some smokebombs in Shayal’s face!

‘Aah!’ Shayal yelled.

Then the goblin reached for his backpack. He sneered as he removed some dynamite.

‘ This is what you get!’ He sneered insane. ‘Draenei scuuuuum!’ He prepared to throw them and at that moment Shayal heard a gunshot.

The little murloc was huffing and puffing as he released the large goblin gun. The goblin collapsed and died at the spot. Shayal looked surprised at the little murloc. She walked towards him and patted him.

‘ Now  thank you, little murloc. I tried to save you, but ended up being saved.’ She said smiling.

‘ Gawrk.’ The murloc grunted.

‘ Gawrk?’ The draenei laughed. ‘What a strange little grunt. I’ll call you Grunty, yes.’ She said. ‘Now I hope I’ll paths will cross again.’ She said to Grunty.

‘ Gwark!.’ Grunty replied and jumped in her backpack.

 ‘What?’ She looked at what he was doing. He was just lying there, looking at her with his large drippy eyes. She smiled, and took him back to Booty Bay.

She may have lost the Stranglethorn Fishing Extravaganza, but at least she made a new and brave little friend.

The End~~

  Quote:

Originally Posted by DarkJedi66

What's happening here? Your articles are too long ^^

LOL

It said lots of detail. =D

Besides, some of us aren't from the US and couldn't get to Blizzcon for a Grunty Murloc. I'd love one, but I ain't flying to the US to attend Blizzcon for it. =D

Dairy

Grunty is my name, or as others like to call me G-unit.

I am a space marine of the 1^st line Mur-ines, lead by officer Chuck Norris of Squad Delta-Locs, we set out to attack the creatures on the other side of this mysterious portal, for the last year we have been in a locked battle between these creatures and now we are prepared to go though and finish what has caused many casualties.

Day 1: Squad Delta-Locs and Bravo-Locs set out to make contact with this portal, encountering many creatures on the way, we stood together fighting them off. One both squads made it to the portal Delta-Locs went though first, as Bravo-Locs stayed on the other side to stop anything from passing though.

The search begins, noticing a sign saying Anaheim Woodlands, we new what to call this horrid place. As we continued on searching for these creatures we came across what looked like a well under geared warrior, we asked him what he was and why we shouldn’t kill him, with his final few breaths he says “I am a Worgan, help us”.

Day 2: Squad Delta-Locs finaly Reached a place named Gilneas, ready to fight the leader comes out with an army geared and ready, at which the Mur-ines released he looked like that dying warrior, Squad leader Chuck Norris told me to assist the Worgan leader and to find out everything he know’s about these creatures.

After 16hours of discustion, The Worgans have allied with the Mur-ines and are ready to help stop the Goblins and the Horde.

Day 3: Both the Worgan’s and the Mur-ines geared and ready to head out to the Lost Isle’s where the Goblins who have waged battle on the these to races lived and trained, preparing themselves for what will be the battle that ends all.

I myself headed out earlier in the morning alone to scout out any Goblins, but came across what looked so familiar, another portal, but I wasn’t sure if it would take the squad and I back to our own world, leaving a trail to the portal I headed back to Gilneas but didn’t let anyone know about the portal.

As we marched side by side, we encounter a ship crash about 2kilometers from where we were, as the Worgan’s continued their march to the Lost Isle’s, Delta-Locs split from the group to check out what had happened, thinking it was maybe one of our ships and that could help us finish this battle and help us back to our world. Once there, the ships doors open, appear what the squad and I thought was Davy Jones, turned out to be Draenai’s. We offered to help only if they were to help us against these Goblins.

Day 4: as the Worgan’s made camp only 500meters out from the Goblin camp, Detla-Locs returned to continue with the assistance in the battle, we also had extra assistance from the Draenai’s, but as our good news was told, bad news was received, finding out that the Goblin’s have gone to the Horde and returned with their own back up.

Nothing better then a battle, but a war, now that’s a scary sight, amping myself up for what could be my last battle and war both the Draenai’s and the Worgan’s flanked the Horde from both the left and right side as we stood at the front door waiting to burst in.

4 days have passed, this war has just continued, it seems as if Both the Horde and the Alliance are recruiting more members, I asked why they did this they are so low levels and geared, they told me they’re power levellers, as much as we hate them to win this war we need every and anything.

Horde seem to be winning this war, my squad are slowly dieing, I couldn’t stand this I had to take a chance, I had to go though that portal I saw a couple of days ago, I needed to get squad Bravo-Locs in to help us.

Day 9: I’ve made it though the portal and found the other squad, as we headed back to war, everything was dead, all that was left was Officer Chuck Norris and a few Worgan’s, I tried to get as much out of the Officer, but all he could say was, “Hogger, Hogger… Hog” then that was it, we buried the dead and started to head back, as we got to the portal I realised that my duty wasn’t done, I told squad Bravo-Locs to go though and that I wanted to stay behind, I wanted to search for any surviving Worgan’s and hope to maybe rebuild what was destroyed and to build an army to take out this Hogger, maybe someday I can return home, for now my home is here at Gilneas.

If anyone finds this Diary, be warned you are welcome in Gilneas, but if you bring harm here, I will be here, I will be waiting, I will be ready…

The legend of the Grurloc

Translated from an original long lost  tablet written in Nerglish found in ancient murloc ruins deep in the great ocean.

Traduced by Santivirus, Explorer’s League.

The time has come. Be ready, what approaches carries no repentance in It's way. It's carcass of those who have fallen, It's claws of those that will fall. The Mrullrrolrgg¹ awaits and those that fail to serve the way of It will find themselves crumbled and worn. But fear not, It has a purpose in path. Many have fallen to the Mllrugroggr² that roam the Mllrugroggl³, and it is Mrllrrlrg ¹ need to mrulrguroc⁴  them all. It has a plan set since the times of the Mrolulrrlgorgur⁵ and not much time is left. The Mrullrrolrgg¹ created a champion, a paragon of the Murloc and its mlrlrlg⁶ is all but finished.  The champions name is Grurloc⁷ and he’s potential is unthinkable.

 1 "The one in/of the deeps"

2  “Non-Murlocish or of non Murloc blood"

3 "Non-waterish or that lives out of the sea/ocean/water"

4 "kill/ demolish/ torture/ give pain/ bite/ eat/  ?banana?”

5 “Some kind of watery explosion or sundering”

6 “Gestation/growth”

7 “Murloc of great power / Murloc paragon / Murloc grand champion / ?Murloc pure cuteness? “

The beginning

The first memory Grunty has is waking up in the shores of Azeroth (now is known that it was someplace in the lost isles) at the age of a year. How he got there and how he got there is a mystery. He took some time to learn to walk and feed. Apparently he appreciated the taste of bananas although he could only eat those that had fallen of the trees. After many days he found a tribe of what appeared to be big green people (goblins) and he analyzed them for quite some time. It took Grunty 2 weeks to train himself in the Goblin culture and language and another week to have the courage to talk to them. At first the Goblins where hostile to Grunty but after his great performance is the goblin ways they were mesmerized that such a young and small creature could learn so quickly and they helped him giving him a home (They wanted to make profit out of him and quickly made him do chores for the tribe and allowed him to sleep in their territory). His true heart and quick-learning mind earned the goblin’s true acceptance and in time he was one of the tribe’s hunters.

The portal

A year or so after, the goblin tribe was no longer a tribe but was now an establishment, they now used technology and tinkered machines which led to the nature life to part from that territory to farther lands. It was Grunty’s sole job to find food for the establishment and one day, tracking a herd, he came across to what seemed a “pond in a circle wall” (portal) which with Grunty’s need to explore was unable to reject. He soon approached to the portal and at the touch of his hand the portal changed from water-blue to purple and before he could take another breath he had left. He doesn’t seem to remember what happened in the other side of the portal or how long he was there.. He really couldn’t remember anything that had happened since he had touched the portal but he clearly knew something had happened. He felt much bigger, much stronger, much smarter and much older. He looked back at the portal and it was shaking and began to implode. Shocked of what had just happened he couldn’t move and just before the portal completely imploded a box came flying. It took him 5 seconds total to run to the box, grab it, grab the closest rock and open the box. Inside the box was what looked like metal clothes of some kind and a note with a picture attached. He read the note:

“Grunty,

            Without the power you brought to us the infection would have not been rejected, I praise that you find your way back to your home world and help there as much as you helped here. We were able to finish your powered armor suit and a special C-14 Rifle, both unique to your size and needs. The box also contains a special mould for the ammo the rifle uses. Please take care and, if you see any zergling, SHOOT TO KILL!!!

                                                                                  Confederate marshal Raynor

And then he took a look at the picture:

Of course, at the time he shouldn’t have been able to understand a word of  it, and at the beginning he couldn’t , but slowly, the more he analyzed the note, the more words he would understand, all the way to the name, Raynor, which he could remember meeting, but nothing more than that, not a face, not a voice, not nothing.

The way back

He picked the suit and slowly geared up; he then stored the helmet in one of the suit’s compartment and the note in another, and set course back to the goblin establishment. He could clearly see much had changed, the palms where different, and in different spots, the vegetation was much lower and no creature could be seen anywhere around. After some time of rather funny walking we came across a goblin and what looked like a giant black furry goblin that didn’t look much of a goblin. The goblin noticed Grunty and cried for help and it took second for Grunty to take the rifle out and shoot a complete cartridge. He was mesmerized of the destruction power and the rifle and so was the goblin. The goblin came close to Grunty and saluted, Grunty greeted back and asked about the establishment, although apparently there was no such thing in the surroundings, the closest town was a mercantile port some miles away. He then followed the goblin to the place he spoke of. The goblin slaves in the port quickly took Grunty to the Trade Prince who asked him what kind of armor he was wearing and why was the rifle of such potency. Grunty started feeling that he’s life was not of anyone’s meaning but he’s suit and rifle were and so, like an automatic  reflex he pressed a button which activated the rockets in the suit and he was long gone.

Santiago Martinez Vara,

Pända of the Alliance, Detheroc

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The Life of

Grunty

Grunty was just a normal murloc who lived on mrummur and spent his boyhood climbing trees (which seemed like mountains). The murloc who was the centre of his life was his mum. Even though they were a poor family they gave everything they had to charity for homeless fireflies. One day grunty was climbing his favourite tree he saw something fall out of the sky with a fire ablaze surrounding it.

It came with a bang next to his tree, “what’s this?” he said to himself while he inspected it. He tried to pick it up but it burnt his hands, he took a closer look at the THING and noticed it had a tinge of blue under its charred exterior; he thought to himself that he would come back tomorrow and scrape off the charred parts so he could see what it was.

                 He came back the next day with a bucket and knife to scrape off the charred parts. So he began doing the tedious work of scraping off the charred parts but he couldn’t help feeling that there were eyes on him (un-friendly eyes). Suddenly out of the bushes came forest trolls brandishing weapons, grunty tried to run but a tight grip was holding his left hand, he tried to pull his hand out but then his other hand was help by a tight grip his body was then pulled back into the THING and it all closed up on him. He finally realised what the THING was. It was a piece of armour. There was a screen of blue in front of his eyes and something more alarming while he was noticing all the fancy gadgets, the forest trolls had grabbed him and dragging him back to their camp when he noticed there was a sudden heat at his feet and a caution sign on his screen. He shot up, shot up higher than any murloc has ever been in the realm of mrummur leaving the forest trolls behind in a fiery blaze.

                 The fuel gage on the side of his screen was starting to empty. There was no sight of his home or planet but there was a world coming up his screen indicated that it was called Azeroth and that there was life on that planet. So he bravely cut out his engines and hoped for the best. He went down faster than any vehicle made from engineering could hope.

                 Grunty landed in the sea beside a place called booty bay, he stayed in the water for 30 wow mins with his deep dive helmet on, where ships were coming and going to the barrens. He finally decided that he should go on the harbour and see why there were so many “azerothians” gathering for one person. So he went up to see what the fuss was about. There was a skull and cross bones on a flag high up in the air but he didn’t know what it meant and suddenly it came to him on the screen that it was Pirate day. Grunty went up to the person and asked about it and he said

“come here me hearty, I’m gonna give you a very special title called “marine” if you do just one thing for me, if you shoot out of the cannon over there to elwynn forest for a big finale”

Grunty thought to himself “I would like to explore other areas and that title might give me some respect”

“I’ll do it!” Grunty said out loud.

So Grunty got into the cannon and waited for the pirates signal to shoot off.

BANG

He shot off towards some woods with exhilarating speed and landed with a thud on the ground. Then his eyes glaze over and blacked out.

When he woke up he was in the middle of a heated discussion between some slimy looking green men and some wolves that stood on their legs “just like a murloc he thought”. He was then passed around like a toy until a blizzcon security came and escorted him to safety where some people with flashing lights and they started asking questions and suddenly some people were dressing up like me but there just imitators and it is only me who is the original Grunty and I would love to be a pet for Hairypig the death knight because I bet he would feed me.

P.S

I really do think I should belong to him.

"One day you will grow up to be a great marine, Mrlagrrr!" said Grracck, the mother of Mrlagrrr, (otherwise known as Grunty) the murloc as she was taken away by the Terran who had left behind this small insignificant Murloc.

"We do not need this extra cargo maam we are still going to be breeding your kind but we do not need your son, he is to weak."

As the Terran ship left, Grunty saw the last of his mother shifting into the dark cold sky. He noticed around him dark figures with fingers looming down upon him, but with further observation he noticed that they were just trees. He had been trained to keep his cool in a situation and that is just what he did as he sat and waited for other things to happen. As Grunty sat alone in the woods in Anaheim, suddenly a Worgen pounced upon him.

"Finally a tasty meal, wait this is just a small murloc child!" The worgen leapt back surprised at what he found under his snout. He looked at the Murloc and saw that it was unclothed and without its mother it would never be able to survive in the harsh world. The worgen being cursed knew that this was the childs curse to bear, to live without a mother and the Worgen knew that he needed to help this small child.

"I shall take him back to my goblin friends, they will know what to do with him." With that said he picked up Grunty, stuffed him in a small pouch and carried him along to a nearby Goblin Village.

When the Worgen finally arrived at the village his friend shouted out to him, "Hector! My good furry friend what do you have with you today?" Hector turned to look, "Nothing Bitxil just a small murloc child I found in the woods." Bitxil quickly ran out from under his Mechano-Hog and went to see the young murloc child. He placed his large ear upon the murloc child.

"What have you done Hector!?! This child is not from this planet!" "Martha! Honey open up my examination chambers." and with that Hector and Bitxil quickly ran over to his examination chambers. Scanners were whirring and machines were buzzing as Bitxil quickly tried to gain information on this young Murloc child. Hector studied the room and looked in one corner and saw a tattered Horde flag. Hector thought to himself, "I must make sure the Goblins do not join the Horde... I would hate to lose a great friend..."

After hours of tedious examination Bitxil came out of his test chambers, he went up to Hector and said, "This Murloc is going to need something to keep him alive, a suit of some sort, he seems to be breathing to little of our oxygen and he cannot survive on it, his limbs are also weaker than most Murlocs so we have to give him some type of armament. I have some blueprints in my chambers about a suit and a rifle of some sort but I need you to get the materials Hector." Hector looked and nodded at Bitxil, showing that he would get him the supplies.

"What we will need is an old air tank I have in my garage, some pieces of this very tough blue metal, we need a sort of casing to make a rifle out of and bring some of the magnets I have in the garage." With that in a flash the Worgen took off, knowing that he would make sure that this Murloc came out alive.

After 3 hours of searching he found the materials (and more Horde flags). Bitxil tanked him for the materials and quickly set off to work before Hector could confront him about the Horde flags. Hector sat in wait for the Murloc to have his suit made.

It took the Goblin an hour but when he was done Grunty was in full armor with a weapon in hand. "I know most weapons have a circular bore but due to it being a gauss rifle and the supplies at hand we had to make it a triangular bore." Hector looked at Grunty, and Grunty looked at him. Immediatly a bond was made between Grunty and Hector, a father and son relationship.

"I wonder what we should name this young Murloc." asked Hector inquisitivly. Bitxil said, "We oughta name him Grunty, this little guy was gruntin so much while we were puttin this suit on him, sheesh." Hector looked up at Bitxil and said, "Yes, we will name him Grunty."

After a brief break with some venison and milk Hector asked, "Bitxil why do you have so many Horde flags in your garage?" Bitxil looked at him and said, "Well as usual you are uninformed but the Goblins have joined the Horde! Isnt it great? I wanted to ask you if you would like to represent your race and ask to join." Hector looked at Bitxil with a fire in his eyes, "The Horde have attacked my home city time and time again, I will not join and if you are so blind as to join them then I shall leave immediatly with Grunty, because we are part of the Alliance." With this Bitxil's jaw dropped, "GET OUT! YOU ALLIANCE CUR BEFORE I BREAK YOUR SMALL FURRY BRAIN IN!" With that the Worgen growled at Bitxil, it was the end of a great friendship.

Hector decided not to fight and returned home to the city of Gilneas with Grunty by his side. Grunty to his surpise actually spoke to him, "Where are we goin daddy?" Hector looked down upon his new child Grunty, he said to him, "Well where do you come from?" Grunty said, "I dont really know..." Hector told Grunty, "Well if you don't know you will have to stay with me here in Gilneas.

The years passed by as Grunty grew to a full murloc size strong as ever, his suit seemed to grow with him and so did his capabilites. He was fast, agile and more coordinated due to the training he went through with Hector. One day though Hector came back home and told Grunty that he knew where he had come from.

"I come from Starcraft?" Hector nodded his head. "So I cant live with you..?" Hector nodded his head.

"It is time that you left Grunty, besides we cant have you living here when the Horde and the Alliance are at war. I have arranged a place for you to go tonight to finally go back to your planet and we will go there together."

That night Hector took Grunty to a wide open plane, there was a bright light and he saw someone he didnt think he would ever see, Bitxil. "So Worgen scum have you come to take your child to his home?" Hector looked at Bitxil and said, "Yes..." Bitxil asked, "Does this mean you are coming to the side of the Horde?" Hector nodded slowly. Bitxil opened up the chamber that Grunty was going in to that would take him back to the Starcraft Universe. "Good bye, Daddy!" he said as he gave Hector a hug. Hector looked at his child with love and embraced him one final time.

"Come on cut the mushy gushy stuff!" Hector heard Bitxil's comment and exploded with rage. "I have tended for this child my whole life and I will not allow you to tell me what to do!" Bitxil growled and turned away and put the chains on Hectors wrist. Grunty stepped into the chamber and waved his father goodbye for one final time.

Hector looked up to the sky sullenly as the small rocket that contained Grunty became nothing more than a blip in the sky.

"Come on Worgen!" said Bitxil pulling on the chains that held Hector. Hector looked over his shoulder and laughed. As the chains feel away from Hectors arms he pounced ont top of Bitxil. Nobody ever heard from Bitxil ever again, but Hector had a new goblin head hanging inside of his house.

And what happened to Grunty? He landed on the Starcraft Universe and reunited with his mother and became a General in the Terran's Murloc Marine Military. Grunty always thought about his father Hector and was glad that he had met him.

Grunty was able to live happily on the Starcraft Universe for the rest of his days.

It is now a fact, and has been since creatures first took up arms against each other, that those who have suffered feel a kinship-however strained or odd- with other sufferers.   It was with this in mind that two species of beings, one greedy and self-serving, the other waging war with itself in an attempt to be free from a curse, ended up traveling together, stumbling upon a little Murloc in the woods.

Now, on any given day, a Goblin would think to profit and a Worgen might ponder an experimental cure or two.  But on this day, returning home from the largest gathering of creatures held in the known universe, the motely group stood a bit apart from the Murloc, and thought about something entirely different.  

Glancing around nervously,  the Goblins and Worgen knelt down to examine the little Murloc.   It was clear right away that something ought to be done for the creature, for it was nearly dark, and even full-grown Goblins and Worgen knew better than to wander the woods at night. 

It was the eldest Worgen that approached the Murloc first, quietly and carefully lowering his booming Worgen voice to a smooth, gutteral growl. 

   "What ails you, little one?" The Worgen managed to say somewhat pleasantly.  "Where is your pack?"

The Murloc, not understanding any language other than Outlandian Argugug, stood silent, watching the Worgen carefully while clutching his XR-14 Apprentice Rifle.

The Worgen tried again.

   "Are you lost?  Do you have a home anywhere around here?"

At this the little Murloc perked up.  He knew a few words which were virtually the same in all Outlandian and Kalimdor languages.  "Home" was practically universal.  But he couldn't understand much else of what the Worgen was saying, and soon sat down with his head resting on his weapon.

    "Well we can't leave him here" barked a rotund male Goblin from behind a slightly less rotund female.  They had been travelling with the Worgen for safety, and now took it upon themselves to join-in with the crisis at hand.  "He might be armed, but anyone knows a soldier needs to be with his mates.  Especially a young one like this little guy".  The thought of selling the little Murloc briefly crossed the Goblin's mind, but seeing the look of excitement cross his face, the female promptly swatted the back of his head.  "We will have to take him along with us".

But the little Murloc was too exhausted to travel.  Not only was he weak from lack of nourishment, he was extremely frightened, and hadn't slept in several days.  The decision was made to return to the gathering from whence they had come, in hopes of finding some better help.  The Blizzcon Gathering had been in full-swing when the Goblins and Worgen left, and perhaps was still going on................

Far from the back of the room near the exit,  Alitra waited for her friends to finish gawking at the various attractions at Blizzcon.  She wished she could feel as comfortable in a crowd as she had when she was younger, but 7 years of service and two tours of duty in the Desert War had stripped her of any feelings of security anywhere but by herself.   She felt frustrated and misunderstood, but tried for her friends' sakes to appear happy and content.  After all, she had made it home when so many had not.  She was just about to return to the inn to finish waiting there when a strange group of creatures appeared right next to her.   At first glance it seemed to be some sort of tour group; one of the individuals appeared to be talking very quickly, and pointing in various directions while holding a small package and shaking his head at a pair of overweight Goblins. 

Normally Alitra would feel very ill at ease being in such close proximity to anyone, but something about this group seemed peaceful.....almost needy.  The Worgen turned to look at her.

   "Do you speak Worgen?" he asked.  Fortunately Alitra had her Babel fish with her, and placed it quickly into her ear. 

   "I can understand you" she said slowly.  What is that you have there?"

The Worgen slowly uncovered the young Murloc, taking care not to wake him, and bent down low so Alitra could see him.  Something stirred inside Alitra, perhaps it was nothing more than sympathy, maybe just a feeling of sadness, but she saw the little Murloc and knew that it needed her.

The Worgen and Goblins, already feeling very uneasy about returning to the busy gathering, looked at the female human and considered what to do.  By now Alitra had the little Murloc in her arms, and he was making happy little grunting noises in his sleep.

   "Human?  Will you take this young Murloc and see that he finds his own kind in time, and that he is raised properly to be a just and honorable Marine, as his crest and uniform declare?"

Alitra looked down at the Murloc and his little uniform, and rubbed her eyes that had become blurred with tears.

   "I will."  she said, and began to ask where he had been found, and what name he went by.

But the Worgen, along with the Goblins, had disappeared.

Mission Log---- Find a safe planet...

Mission Cargo ---- 1 Star Cruiser ship, 1 passenger (Pilot), small amount of rations....

Passenger info---- Pilot Gully, (Commander Gully 2nd rank)...

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Transmitting).... This is Pilot Gully aboard the Star Cruiser ship Mgul-0709, I am entering the Azrothan galaxy located in sector 6. I can see several planets, few have what appears to be life.

(Receiving)... This is Commander Urgul, Supervisor of space exploration missions. You are clear to investigate on any and all planets deemed safe. Please dont fail us Gully, we are all counting on you...

(Transmitting).... Understood Sir, Gully out.

P.A.C (Pilot Assitant Computer).... Planet Azeroth in range...(approx. 200mi). Scanning planet. . . . . . Planet details, Oxygen and Hydrogen are abundant. Land and aquatic animals detected...Annalysis for a new home planet....(Possible)

(Transmitting).... This is Pilot Gully, my PAC has found a planet and deemed it possible. I'm attempting to land here to inspect it myself. . . . . . .GAH!!...My ship is hit....I think it was space debris. I have minimal control, bracing for impact....

P.A.C... Powering assistant control....(Non responsive)....

Murrrg glull llull...

It's okay, I took you with me so we could have a safe and peacefull life. I promised your father before he left for the war that I would not let any harm come to you and that I would find us a new home to live on. I intend to do just that, now Shhhh my son it will be alright.

P.A.C.... Please be seated in the rare of the ship and prepare for auto ejection..... In 10

Well I guess this will be the last time we see each other, I had planned for the worse...(9)... and I would rather die knowing you made it off our home-world.Now sit tight, the pod will protect you...(8)....mllllg gll...Dont be afraid, be strong. Take my weapon, I hope you remember what your father tuaght you about using these...(7)... I'm putting the rest of the rations in the pod..

(Receiving)... Gully, //// is /////mander  ///gul, we didnt receive ///// message  //// you alright?....////

P.A.C.... Auto ejection in 3, 2, 1

Good-bye.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    Now it happened by chance that two goblins heading home saw in the sky a bright flash, pondering on what it was they watched as it hit the ground in the distance. Deciding to inspect it out of curiosity, they used the plumes of smoke from the crash to guide there way to it through the dense woods. Upon reaching the crash they noticed a small blue object moving left and right......MRGG GLLULL....GL GL. At first glance it seemed to be a peace of debris moving from the crash and making strange grunting noises, but a closer look revealed something much more.

   What is it?

Beats me, but if I had to guess I'd say its a murloc.

A murloc!?, I've never seen a murloc wearing armor like that before. Heck I've never seen armor like that at all.

Walking over towards it, the murloc thrusts his weapon at the Goblins, unsure if wether they are friend or foe.

Becarefull he could be dangerous.

Hey lil' guy, the names Fizzle Cog and thats my wife Spritsy. We dont want to hurt you, we want to help.

MRGGGGGG GLGLLGL?

What did he say?

I dont know, I dont speak murloc. It sounds like a bunch of grunting to me.

Well Fizzle we cant just leave him here all alone. He could get hurt or worse.

  Your right, lets take him home with us and we can see what we can do for him from there. Come on lil' guy we'll keep you safe. Spritsy grab what you can from the crash, it may give us a clue as to where he came from and what he is doing here all alone.

  Scavaging as much as they could find they began the trek home with the murloc close behind. Taking all the shortcuts through Dustwallow Marsh that they could to ensure fast travel, they reached there home in Ratchet and hastily took the murloc inside so they didnt raise awareness to other Goblins for now. Inside they began inspecting the items they retrieved from the crash, among the items was a peculiar metallic chip that matched a slot in the murlocs armored sleeve. Placing the chip in its slot a "click" was heard, not thinking much of it they continued  searching through the unfamiliar items. 

P.A.C... (Online)....Voices detected. . . . . Vocal patterns identified as Goblish....Beginning translation.

BWah waba ba br wa wab naw awf fiz....(translating).... Did you find anything else that could tell us where he came from Fiz'?

Hmmm, nope nothing is marked with any symbols to identify. Not that I could identify anything anyway. Now lets take a look at that weapon of his, Its pretty heavy, I wonder what its made from. This is anything but a blunderbus. Lets see what this baby can do.....BRRRRAAAT BRRAT...... whew powerfull lil' thing.

Did you feel it nessecary to put holes in the house? Fiz'

Sorry. This lil' guy has some advance stuff, I mean look at the tiny projectile holes it left in the wall, you know I bet I could make some of those bullets with all the spare metal we have around here and I still have that barrel of fire powder. Well lets see what we now so far....

What d'ya mean?

He came from a crashed space ship, he's wearing armor and has some serious fire power. I mean this lil' guy must be here for a reason you know.

Well reason or no reason he is staying with us and I wish you would stop calling him "lil' guy." What are we gona' call him?

Hmmm, how bout "Grunty", since he keeps making those grunting noises.

Well its better than lil' guy, at least till I can think of something better...

Okay then Grunty it is....(mgul glul gll)...see I think he likes it.

P.A.C.... Sending auto transmission. . . . . Distress code 0709....Location, Sector 6, Azrothan galaxy, Planet Azeroth.

(Receiving)... This is Commander Urgul, Hello is anyone there? Is that you Gully, we received an authenticated distress call from this P.A.C... Please respond!

(Transmitting).... This is Grunty...son of Gully

(Recieving)... Grunty!?, did Gully take you with her, I should of known she would sneak her son on that ship with her... She often talked about wanting a better life for you.... I am sending a rescue team after you, it will take a while for them to get to you but your P.A.C will lead them straight to you.

(Transmitting)... No.

(Receiving)... What do you mean NO!!...Grunty do realize you could be in danger!? are you sure about that?

(Transmitting)... This IS Grunty Space Marine and I'm here to stay.

(Receiving)... I suppose its the least I could do to honor your parents, I'll hold back the rescue team as long as your safe, but as soon I receive another distress call I'm sending in the cavalry....be strong......marine.

(Transmitting)... Understood sir, Grunty out.

Once upon a time, there was a little murloc, left in the wild by his parents, because they had been slaughtered by alliance, and horde seeking "Epix l3wtz."  This little murloc, barely young enough to walk, moved it's stubbly little legs on a path that even it did not know, or understand.  Slowly, forests and oceans turned into wastelands, and warzones.

"Gggelrkl!" Upset, visibly, at the sudden increase in hostile landscape, the little Murloc crowed out anguish as it ran, falling over bodies and holes from what could only have been a massaccre, the little murloc fought hard to reach the other side of this massive warzone.  But, eventually, he did.

And, so, the little murloc found it's way to a field, occupied with tents and buildings of many different kinds, where, amazed and in awe, the little murloc gurgled noises that were irredeemably cute on it's way into one, where it smelled something tasty!  "Grlgrlgaalrgrl?"  The little murloc questioned to itself, seeing a large group of people dressed in strange (And, some shoddy) costumes.  Some had fake elf-ears, some had fake horns, others had tusks, and some even had tails!  The little murloc was surprised, but it's churning stomach spurred it on, moving quietly, like only the irresponsible, and clumsy can, the little murloc waddled into the building, making it's way towards the table that held scrumptious treats.

T'was the time for Hallow's End soon, this little Murloc knew (Somehow), from pumpkins and candies.  And, all of the costumed freaks, thought the little murloc to itself, must surely be trick or treating!  But, the little murloc cared not for tricks or treats, merely to full it's tiny stomach with meat, and fish!  And, so, the little murloc stumbled unto the table, and began to eat.

"Hey!  You little thief!"  Sang out the voice of one of the costumed freaks, sending the little murloc into a gurgling run, even as it's little stomach did complain.  And, so, the little murloc moved on to another building, this one covered in pretty lights, and with a sign.

"Gggrlglrl!"  The little murloc spoke to itself, laid low by the sights that it saw within, more costumed freaks, but this time, all dancing cheerfully!  To lights, and sounds that the little murloc couldn't understand, but still made his heart leap!  And, so, the little murloc waddled it's way in, gurgling happily as it began to dance with it's newfound friends.

"Aww, look at the little Murloc!  He's tryin' to dance."  One of the costumed people, garbed in horns and tail and hair and robe, cooed with delight, before picking up the little murloc, and giving him a kiss upon the cheek.  The little murloc gurgled with happiness, pleased by the affection, but bid it's new friend farewell, it's stomach still beckoned.

And, so, the little murloc moved on once again, happy but still hungry, it found it's way to a tent, where inside sat a Goblin, and a Worgen, you bet.  The little Murloc did give a pause, for surely these two must be resting from such a fun experience!  "Do not fear, come inside, little one.  You've nothing to fear from us, save the sweat that marks us foul."  The little murloc giggled in that gurgling way, amused by the worgen's attempts to be coy, even while the goblin did laugh with glee, the trio did sit, and begin to speak.  "Grgrgl?" Did the little Murloc say, to be replied to in a funny way.

"No, little one, we have no food here, we're only here at the con, to be here next year!"  The little murloc did look confused, but prodded with words in that gurgling tongue, "We're just visiting, not here to stay, but within the year, we'll be moving for sure!"  The goblin spoke next, giving a twitter, "And, hopefully before then, 'cause everyone's on edge, I'm almost so nervous, I've lost the hair off my head!"  The little murloc did titter, but spoke again, "Grgrlglrlgl?"

And, so he was replied to, strangely once again, "Surely, you are very Grunty, and so that shall be your name.  Will you come home with me today?  We'll gather plenty of fish, and meat along the way, because we'll surely need it, to survive until next time!"  And, the little murloc did gurgle, accepting this new moniker with a splendid glee, for now he was Grunty, King of the Sea!  "Oh, and here, I got this inside, from a very buff man, with a beard, he said he didn't need it anymore, he'd trained with Nuck Chorris!"  And, did the Worgen give to the little murloc a suit of armor and a gun, and intriguing was it donned. "We will hunt through the wilds, and through the sky.  'cause there's a long way to go until we rest, and a long way to go until we sleep!"

And, so, was Grunty, King of the Sea, joined the Sixteenth Fleet, Space Marines!

Grunty the space marine

I think he's title Space Marine came from outer space.

At first he was a poor Murlock in the city called Moohaa (in outer space).

He's name was Blaam and he worked hard at the weapon factory so he get enought cash to live.

One day the King of the planet came to the factory and said: One of you are gonna work as a Soldier and live rich in rest of your live.

He choose Blaam and he made a test.

Blaam made the test next day and completed it.

1 year later he was a famous Soldier all-over space.

One day when he was defending the city the Draenais came and asked him to help them and he said yes.

He helped them with defending thier base in space.

After that he was the officers favourite soldier.

Next day the officer asked him to join them at a mission in Azeroth. They was almost there when the ship crashed. Blaam roled into a beach.

Some Goblins came later and took him to their home and he couln't remember anything because he hitted his head so hard when they crashed

so I think he grow up at The Lost Isles and lived there as a soldier.

Long time ago on a day just like today there were some humans fishing in Booty Bay, and Rodger felt a tug on his line, thinking he was about to win the Stranglethorn Vale fishing contet he reeled in as fast as he could, but to his surprise he had caught a murloc. Now this was no ordinary murloc, he could sense something special about this murloc, so he held onto it. This murloc was special his name was Grunty, and he was from Murloc Island, were he just finished to be a zergling destroyer. By day a normal murloc, but once the sun goes down and the zerglings come out it was time for him to jump into action keeping the people of Azeroth safe. As the years went by his zergling body count climbed through the roof, but there was a problem, he was the only Murloc Marine left. The murloc marine training camp was destroyed by the evil zerglings who had discovered this trainging facility. (They also got 10 xp upon doing so for the discovery) He had lost all his long lost comrads of which he had graduated with. He was the one and only murloc marine left. So he took for cover to try and train more murloc but todays murlocs didnt want to be marines, they would rather patrol the beaches hording clams. Grunty tried to be like the other murlocs but couldnt, killing zerglings is what he was born to do, but were would he find some? Then one day over the murloc station of Murloc Radio he heard of an event called Blizzcon. He thougth this place he would find zerglings, but to his surprise he found none. Just gaints who nearly stepped on him, but he found some people who were outcasts like him. They were the goblins from the Lost Isles. So over a cup of murloc tea they found out they are not that different. They both feel out casted into the world and the only ones of there race. Here grunty would hide out till he was needed to once again kill the zerglings. Grunty was his name, and killing murlocs was his game.

*I tried hard on this. I don't think im the creative but I tried to make it enjoyable for everyone. I hope you guys enjoy it*

My name is Grunty. I originally came from Azeroth but while my mother left me along with my brothers and sisters alone while she went off to kill some noob blood elf warlock, I decided to go off exploring on my own. I was swimming along what I thought was the coast but I guess I was just having so much fun that I didn't realized that I had swam a lot further than I should've. I have no idea how long I was out there but I remember seeing a strange glowing object on the sea bed and curiousity got the best of me. I swam down to see what it was. I couldn't really tell you what it was but I know now that I should've listened to my mother when she told me to not go off swimming on my own. The object had a blueish aura around it and it seemed to be trying to pull me in. I tried to swim away from it but it was too late, it was pulling me in and no matter how had I tried, I just couldn't get away. I closed my eyes and could only think about my brothers and sisters and my mother as I tried to fight tears knowing that this was the end for me.

I suddenly realized that I was no longer in water. I felt myself lying down on something hard and rather cold. I could hear whispers all around me but couldn't understand a word they were saying. As I opened my eyes, I thought I was either dreaming or really was dead. It seemed as if this place had several little suns but noticed that they were only shining down on me. As I looked more at my surroundings I saw that it seemed that I was being ambushed by a bunch of humans in strange clothes that I had never seen before. They wore what looked like white robes but were buttoned in the front and only reached as far down as thier knees. "What is this place?" I thought to myself. I tried to get up to run away but a pair of clammy hands from one of the humans quickly grabbed me and held me down as another came closer to me with what looked like an extremely small and thin dagger. I scrambled to try to get away but this human that was holding me down was strong, almost too strong. I felt a twinge of pain as the human with the tiny dagger stabbed me with it and I felt something being pushed into my body through the tiny dagger. As he pulled it out, I felt my body go limp and my vision fade, "what did they do to me?"

I opened my eyes and I noticed that I was in a cage. I tried getting up but I felt as if I were weighted down and had a hard time actually moving. I grabbed at my head but instead of feeling the typical scalely surface of a murloc's head, I felt something hard and smooth. "Hm?" I looked down at the rest of my body and saw why I felt so heavy. They put armor on me, blue plate armor no less. A human with one of those white robes, that for some reason I now knew were called lab coats walking by and noticed that I was awake again. "Hey there little guy," he said. "Wait, how do I understand him?" I thought to myself as I just kind of blinked blankly at him. "Are you ready to come out of there now? I'm sure you probably wanna know whats going on huh," he said as he reached down into one of his pockets and pulled a set of keys and unlocked my cage door. "C'mon, I'm not gonna hurt ya." He reached out his hand for me but didn't push me into agreeing with his welcome. He waited patiently for me to move on my own instead of forcing me. I suddenly felt a bit more at ease and didn't feel like he was there to hurt me. "Yeah, I know, I wouldn't feel too trusting either after someone strange injected me with something I didn't know what it was," he said with a kind of chuckle in his voice. "We just gave you something that'll make you a little smarter and stronger, that's all, its nothing that's gonna harm you, we have to intention on doing that to you."

I somehow felt that what he said was the truth and decided that if I was stuck here then I might as well try to just get used to it. I slowly crept out of my corner and made my way to his hand. He brought his other hand closer so that I could be picked up by him. "Its okay, I'm gonna try to find a way to get you back home." He carried me out of the room and we turned down a hall. In a way it seemed like he was trying to cover me as he speeded down the hallway. An alarm sounded and panic struck the human that was carrying me as he went from a fast-paced walk to a full force run. The sound of the alarm hurt my ears and I felt like my head was going to pop as we bolted through a great metal door that opened to a room that had a portal in it. It looked just like the one from the sea bed but this one had a redish looking aura around it instead. "Sorry Grunty, but you're gonna have to be on your own from here on out buddy. I can't go through there, they'll know that I'm the one that did it for sure." He had a worried look in his eye. I felt like I didn't want to leave him like that. Even though I hadn't known him for more than fifteen minutes, I felt like I had known him my whole life. I couldn't believe that I was actually clinging to him as he tried to push me through the portal back home. He loosened my grip and now I was just trying to grab anything to keep him from pushing me in. I grabbed his gun but it wasn't completely attached to him and he pushed me through.

I landed on the ground with a thump and realized that I still was holding onto his gun as I got up. I had no idea where I was, none of this looked familiar to me. I heard footsteps coming my way and I jumped into a nearby bush to hide. As I peaked out I saw a worgen and a goblin walking by. I tried to get a better look but accidentally snapped a twig in half. The worgen and goblin walked over to the bush and peered in. "What in the world is a murloc doing here?" said the goblin. "And what is it wearing?" asked the worgen. "Hey why don't I take him with me? I live on an island and I think there might be some other murlocs nearby," the goblin suggested. "I don't know, I mean look at him. He would never fit in, as long as he's wearing that armor, I'll take him," the worgen protested. "Wait islands are near water, maybe I can find another portal to get back to that human and help him," I thought to myself. I walked over to the goblin and held out my hand in accepting his offer. He grinned at the worgen,"see, he likes me better." He worgen walked off in a huff and we took off to the goblin's homeland. I no longer wished to actually go home, I just wanted to go back to that one human that had ever been kind to me and I felt like he needed my help anyways. I needed to get back to that strange world no matter what.

As we walked, we passed by a blood elf warlock that looked strangely familiar. I then realized that the warlock was the same one that my mother had gone chasing after. I stopped and went running after the warlock,"maybe she can take me back so I can find that portal again. The goblin didn't even seem to notice that I had taken off as I climbed into one of the warlock's bags. Now I'm her companion until the time when I can return to that other world. 

Aboard the Mrgll Merger V Day One of Grunty’s Life, Twelve Days Till Blizzcon

Grunty was born in space aboard a ship called The Mrgll Merger V a ship manned by genetically altered Murlocs. Grunty was born to the ship’s captain Mrgmrl and his wife, Lady Grrlgs, twelve days before Blizzcon was scheduled to start. Because Grunty is a genetically altered murloc he aged faster than regular murlocs and in the space of six days became the age we would call a toddler. Because Grunty had an inquisitive nature he would search the ship and find new and exciting things to play with. One of these was a shiny new silver space suit which he would look at for hours wishing that he could put it on and fly in space just like the space cadets that boarded the Mrgll Merger V and were granted so much respect from the crew. Over the next four days Grunty would go back to the room to dance around the tube containing the suit and then lay at the base of the tube worshiping it and praying that he would eventually wear the fabulous suit he saw before him. He would only leave the room if he thought people were going to come looking for him or if someone walked past the room. On the tenth day of his life Grunty devised a plan to get the suit. He wrote down an all access code that was on his father’s desk and then headed to the room containing the suit with determination in his eyes. He opened the door and strode over to the suit, typing the access code into the terminal the tube containing the suit slid down leaving the suit exposed and held in the air by the anti-grav generation on the floor underneath the suit. With trembling hands, Grunty reached out and grabbed the suit. He stared at the suit for what seemed to be hours to Grunty, but in reality would have only been a few seconds. He hugged the suit to his chest and seemed to be in total bliss, his dream of having the suit had come true.

Sliding the suit over his legs and shoulders he admired the feel of the suit and was even more impressed when it fitted itself to his shape perfectly. A smile flickered across Grunty’s face. “So one size does fit all.” He said.  Pressing a button on the arm of the suit a helmet slid out of the neck completing the ensemble.  If only Grunty had of spent a few minutes reading the manual he could have gone on living his life and becoming the space cadet he was destined to be rather than the unfortunate series of events that follow happening but alas they did happen. Turning to a mirror in the room Grunty turned around checking himself out from every angle. Content with the way the suit looked and fitted, he pretended to reach down and pick up a space cannon that the space cadets were famous for. Turning around quickly and facing the mirror with his “gun” he pretended to pull the trigger and said, “Pow.” Unwittingly he had activated the suit’s shoulder cannons by saying the codeword “pow” and a rocket shot out of the launcher in the shoulder of the suit, creating an explosion and a gaping hole in the hull of the ship.

With a look of terror on his face Grunty was sucked out of the ship by the vacuum of space. Desperately fiddling with the buttons on the suit he tried to launch the P.S.C. or Portable Space Craft to those who aren’t space cadets. Luckily, stumbling onto the right button  a capsule detached from the waist of the suit and unfolded into a small but functional space craft. A hatch opened allowing Grunty to climb inside. He collapsed into the driving seat and picked up the emergency space cannon on the dashboard of the ship. He watched as the Mrgll Merger V became further and further away as he floated to a planet he would later learn was called Azeroth. Accepting his fate, he allowed the clutches of sleep to claim him and fell asleep holding the space cannon in case any danger should befall him while he travelled on his unplanned journey.

An Azerothian Marsh, Day Eleven of Grunty’s Life, One Day Till Blizzcon

Grunty awoke to lights flashing and alarms beeping; the ship was about to crash into a murky marsh. Quickly Grunty pressed the eject button on the dashboard and his seat shot out of the space craft. Recognising imminent danger the suit deployed a parachute allowing Grunty to land safely in the waters of the marsh. He floundered to the bank of the river and rested. Hearing a barely audible hiss to his right Grunty investigated. Pulling back a bush he revealed a giant purple crocolisk. It snapped its jaws and Grunty, reacting on instinct shot his gun and ran like the wind away from the crocolisk. The suit activated the built in nitro-boots so that Grunty could move five times faster than normal. Grunty quickly found himself at a large body of water, the ocean. Grunty sighed, and looked down at his suit which was now stained blue from the ghosts he had splattered as he ran, while under the effects of the nitro-boots. He began to swim. He swam for two days and nights, the suit stopping him from feeling the effects of fatigue and found himself on the shore of a river in a forest.

Anaheim Woodlands, Day Thirteen of Grunty’s Life, Blizzcon Begins Today

Grunty pushed himself up from the muddy sands of the river bank. Walking to a stump he sat down and caught his breath. Suddenly a wild boar charged. He shot it and it lay dead at his feet. “Dinner.” He said and finding some twigs and dry leaves, placed them in a pile and extracted some rocket fuel from his suit and poured it on the pile. Then using two rocks he made sparks that ignited the fuel and started the fire. He found a sharp stone, washed it in the river and began to skin the boar. Placing it on the fire, enticing aromas began to waft from the roasting pig. Fully absorbed by the smell of the roasting boar, Grunty nearly jumped out of his suit when something tapped him on the shoulder. Grateful that the suit had its own toilet system, he turned around. Standing in front of him was a creature that resembled a wolf, but wolves don’t walk on hind legs. “Arf?” the creature said. He screamed and scrambled behind the stump. Two more figures emerged, they were about the same size as him, and he came to the conclusion that they had to be the green skinned creatures known as goblins. The wolf creature he thought must be a Worgen. Before he had found the suit, he had read some books about different creatures. The goblins fished a translator out of their backpacks and began talking to Grunty in his native tongue. “Hi,” they said, “We’ve just come from Blizzcon, we got a little annoyed by the crowds of people intruding on our personal space so we came for a walk out here.” Grunty seemed less frightened, so the goblins pressed on, “Do you have anywhere to go?” Grunty shook his head so the goblins continued, “Well why don’t you come with us young space hero, and we and our friends will look after you.” Grunty turned to the worgen. It was only able to say, “Arfoo.” So he turned back to the goblins. Still being a child Grunty was flattered by the goblins calling him a space hero and wandered over to the goblins. Plus, he was a little scared of the worgen, but he’d never admit that out loud. If only Grunty had known what brutish creatures the Horde were, he would never have gone with the goblins, he would have gone with the worgen, who had been accepted into the Alliance along with his clan. If he had, he might now have be enjoying tea with King Wrynn, or tinkering with his space gear with the gnomes in Tinkertown. When he is older, he could have been enjoying a nice bar brawl with the dwarfs during Brewfest, rather than feeling scared and alone with the Horde. There was only one thing to say about that; Poor Grunty.

Aboard The Mrgll Merger V, A Year After Blizzcon

Grunty’s parents only saw him once more, in an advertisement that the Horde had volunteered him for against his will. It was an ad made by D.E.H.T.A  and it portrayed Grunty as an injured caribou in the Borean Tundra in Northrend, that was being attacked by a poacher. After showing this image, which portrayed the Arch Druid Lathorius; the leader of D.E.H.T.A  seemingly pointing at you from the television, with the words underneath reading “D.E.H.T.A  Wants You”. Grunty’s parents knew that Grunty would never achieve his dream of becoming a space cadet and flying in space protecting their world. Poor Grunty.

 lets start what happened.... i will try to explain it with chapters makes it easier so sit in your favorite chairs children and listen up...

                                                                                        CHAPTER l   "Gruny whas born"

That night in the MURLOC IN N OUT hospital the lights turned off while the Gurnty's mother tried to give a birth.That last momment doctor took  baby but there whas big earthquake so he fell from his hands.As it whas dark they could not find the baby so litle Grunty whas all alone...

MoM:Zomg my baby ! Doctor it is your fault i whant my litle child back ! ...In cash ! you kno ???

Doctor:WTF you made him wet so he fell yeee....but it whas earthquake and you cannot blame me ..that night

Dad:Heeey relax all it whasent even like that if i remember ...that night went litle diffret if you ask me the Chuck Noriss came in took our Grunty and ran out !

Mom:You have to be kiddin me ...wait wait we all came together here afther so many years to write a book about our litle baby we cannot fight it whas long ago we all dont remember it very well so i think it would go somthing like this...

Afther spending a hour in cold dark Grunty decided to do somthing about it so he took the gun and shot himsel...

dad:WAIT WAIT !! Jesse he couldent shot himself !?!?! he just ran out ok ?? he doesent even kno what gun is when he is 1 hour old !!!

Doctor:Yes i aggre with you Hoppy (dad's name he whas retarded as kid so parents got drunk and named him like that)

Dad:Ok may i continue how i think it whas....sigh here i go

So he didint shot himself he whas really really clever he yelled:Chuck Noriss while we whare looking for him and then Chuck picked him up and they ran out happ...

Doctor:PIECE OF CRAP ! CHUCK NORISS ??? IN LAND OF MURLOCKS MAAAN YOUR OPSSESED WITH HIM !Lets skip birthing part lets start lil sooner ...soooner...

Grunty whas lost without parents he whas really sad but as he whas about to go on himself he had to surrvive so he learned how to cook swim all by himself ...how to surrvive with 1 word again.Parents never found him trough they whare looking all over for him.Murky land is bettween 2 lands one is called World of warcraft and one Starcraft.As Grunty grew he became smarter and stronger with 3 years he could beat someone over 8.One day he found a Murlock named Altplusef4 he told him to press alt f4 and then he will be rich.Grunty didint trust him on first but as time passed and he meet other people he started to trust him more and more.So he came to him one day and told him he could try his tactic to became famous and rich.So Grunty pressed alt+f4 and got fooled.He whas throwen out of Murky land to World of warcraft land.He founded himself in elwynn forest faaar from his parents.Far from Murky land...

                                                                                            CHAPTER ll "WoW first destenation"

Dad:Hmmm it think you are right doc...keeep going this should be a nice book when we release it

Doctor:soo where whas i ...oh yes ! Elwynn forest...In Elwynn forest Grunty didint knew anyone and he whas always attacked by wolfs and kobolds in the mines.So he went to goldshire once to see how humans would react.They acted normaly they knew Grunty whas lost and didint give a about it.So Grunty asked:Grllgrlgll can you help me Grllllllgrrr ? one human in distance yelled:BUY CHEAP GOLDS !!!! ONLY 10000$ PER 1000000000G !!! BUY NOW CHEAPEST PRICE... a bunch of humans ran to him yelling SHUT UP ! As grunty whas neutral he came to gold spammer and killed him...Others whare suprised...OUR HERO ! They Yelled !!!!! YUppy ! YUppy !Grunty whas honored in goldshire now ! Evryone liked him there.He gain titule Grunty the goldspammer killer ! they gaved him a token ...normal token.But on upper side of it it said:"For murky land transport LLM".One lady came to him and said:You know ..i got this from my grandma now i am old and i dont have anyone to give it to...its token of luck never used .I got this paper from my grandma too.Old lady handed piece of paper to Grunty.Grunty said thanks to the old lady and opened paper it said M I s s I N g P a R T f r o m "AREA 52".It whas really wierd to see but he heared from that place he taught once.So Glodshire gave him some gold...for luck.Grunty went then to Stormwind city...really big city he taught so he said on trade " Anyone grlglrrlg knows of Area 52 ?" some ol human replied:Ye i kno about it but some gold might refresh my memmory.Grunty whas angry so he Whispered him:WHere are you ? Old man said his position is darnassus..Grunty knew that whas far but he had to get to the old man.He came to westfall then with gryphon asking around how to get to darnassus...no reply.So our young champion went more far he went to Duskwood there he founded a huge dragon emeriss bettwen the silver shined mountains ...Emeriss liked him and tried to help him.Emeriss:I can give you a ride on my back are you shure you whana do this ? Grunty:Yes if you said Goblins know much i whana go to Booty bay.As they flyed Grunty saw many coasts,tigers horde bases...evrything ! if whas really cool flyng with Emeriss :D.They finaly came to Booty bay on Gruntys luck it whas Pirates day...many players whare in booty bay.Arrrr one goblin screamed ! Grunty arrr i heared you kill goldsellers..i got mission for yea ! YOu betta copperate arrrrr ! i show yea seas if you kill the djoiwjdkolwjh guy over there ! he is killing my ass from gold spamming ..Grunty whas exited and he killed him. Goldseller dead..Evryone whas suprised ! Even Chuck No..

Dad:CHUCK NORISS ?????? REALLY ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Doctor:Sigh...Chuck Nobeant the pirate leader

Dad: !

Doctor:well let me continue...So "cough" Chuck whas so exited he invited all crew and players for a beer.Sayng to Grunty:Arrr you are really big star my friend come with me we will sail the world come to Maelstorm !...you kno the deal !...Grunty:Im just tryng to get to darnassus...Arrr i see no problem we can get our sails  to there just hold on !

                                                                          CHAPTER lll "Reaching destination and exploring much more"

Here we go my young crew member arrrr.Chuck said.Grunty whas really exited as he traveled sooo many seas around the maelstorm and all.He saw what he never taught he would...he gave token to the Chuck asking him:Hey m8 what does this token do...Pirate:SIGH That is LAST PIECE Area 52 NEEDS to build theyr ship to starcraft world !Grunty whas stunned ! he took the coin and when they came to darnassus he did really big sprint to the old man at the guild bank.As he whas at guild bank he asked old man..i have gold you need and my ship is waiting for me outside i really need to know how to get to area 52...Old man:Oh young one ^^you are lost Murky i guess..whats your name...Grunty ! But please hurry.Grunty speaked really quick.Old man:Well to get to fableus place called area 52 i will make you portal to shattrah...city of light.From there its on you to get further..."Old man's magic made a portal to shattrah" as Grunty said "Hi!" to crew he steped into portal and the powers of light teleported him to SHattrah.He whas stunned there ! Such an inspiration of a city.He expected somthing great but this...WHOAH !!!

MoM:Doctor that whas really nice may i continue story from Shattrah to area 52 ?

Doctor:Shure

Mom:So...Our Grunty went to the shattrah by old man portal.The view is fantastic from here! He had to pick up one..or scryers or aldor...so he taught hmmm.Im blue aldor is blue ill fit it aldor :) So he picked aldor.As he took lift from shattrah to aldor part of shattrah he taught..."Really cool to be aldor !"He had conversation with aldor leader sayng that he needs to get to place called area 52...Aldor leader:Yes i know where that is one of my gyphons could take you there if you bring me LIGHT ORB.What is that? grunty asked.Aldor leader:it is orb only Murlock can make with his tears and my lighting powers.Grunty took mace from leader and slaped his face...he droped a tear.Aldor leader:Just kiddin xD !Grunty: !!! FUCKTARD ! SO aldor leader's gryphon took our young champion to a trip to area 52 when they came to blade edges mountains gryphon got shoted by one of horde hunters from the ground.Gryphon whas falling doooooown...and he slaped to floor with Grunty...but Grunty did have a net from old fishin days and he threw net on one tree and net got tree ! He whas saved...but where to now ? he whas so closse to area 52..but so far...He jumped from tree to the ground.Hurting his leg.He whas bleeding he needed help then he founded horde station near.He told them he whas shot by ranger of theyr.Horde felt sorry for him they taught he whas ally.They helped him giving him some blue plate gear and mask they got from theyr friends in starcraft ll.Grunty whas happy.They even gave him theyr exclusive epic flyng mount to get to area 52 and personal rider...Grunty started to love horde too...

                                                                       CHAPTER lV "Area 52...Zomg please stop with Chuck Noriss"

Doctor:That whas nice...would you like to continue."Doctor turns to dad"...

Dad:Yes i would love to..so.."cough" give me pen and book ill continue darling.Grunty whas safly transported to area 52 where he meet CHUCK NORISS ! AND THEY RULLED THE WORLD !

Doctor:Ok thats enaugh you need serious therapy!

Doctor:Sigh i will continue...He went to area 52 then and there he meet all the goblins of Kazaar(or somthin) he whas happy.They showed him the ship he putted token he got from old lady to the ship IT WORKED ! IT WORKED ! Golbins yelled !! It whas test drive they putted Grunty inside and ship went to starcraft land !Dad:Chuck Noriss whas with our son you forgot to say doc

Doctor: YOU ! Where whas i ? o ye ship didint work very well they had gass until the ship crashed in the land of starcraft ll ! It whas really baaad for Grunty.But few of the men of the army founeded him and transported him to nearest station...Grunty said:What is happening where am i ? I whana get to Murky town !Men:You cannt you are seriously hurth ! you wont make it we need to help you before you try anything serious young boy ! Really ?...

                                                                               CHAPTER V "Starcraft ll final destination"

As men of the army helped our young hero.Grunty whas thinking deeply in himself:Why did i get here in first place ? He remembered the evil guy in Murky town with alt+f4 secret which destroyed him tottaly !Men:Are you ok ...Grunty:Grunty ! Thats my name...i am ok.Men:Ok Grunty we will now give you a robot so you can be safe here and once your our warrior...we will paint your armor blue and we will give you gun so you can defend yourself!!.Captain of blue armored yelled:ALL UNITS WE GOT INTRUDERS ATTACK !Men:Grunty my friend hold on we will stop intrders then i will take care of you.When fight whas done Men came to the Grunty's bed but Grunty whas gone he escaped cause he knew he will be shoted.As he traveled lands of Starcraft ll he founded a portal sayng:Enter me i get you to Murky land"Murlocks only" ! As Grunty had all armour on and gun he whasent afraid...he entered...he whas stunned ! He whas teleported to Murky town center ! He whas so exited seeing his parents again and also exited finding the his betrayer...BUT he didint find neather his parents or his betrayer...Some say he killed himself cause he whas sad some said he Ruled world with Chuck Noriss(dad said) but we all know that there whas rumor in city sayng that the Gruntys betrayer ran to World of warcraft cause he whas afraid.The Grunty went to WOW too to find betrayer finally!He joined the Goblins ! Which helped him!And from that day he is loyal companion o WOW heroes which will help him find his betrayer someday...SOMEDAY !SO Grunty can have his revenge!

Dad:Oh come on NO CHUCK NORISS ???what is this farytale ????

Mom:Oh give me a brake honey !

Doctor:THE END i guess....i got tickets to WoW world whana come with me Grunty is waiting for us in Shattrah

Dad: :O ????

Mom: :O ??? WTF i taught he wont return why the hell didint u tell us doctor ???? We gathered here afther so many years to claim story in this book when we could just ask GRUNTY ????

Doctor:Ok OK SORRY ! ...SO WHANA COME ?
MoM:Sertantly yes !

Dad:Yes........................................................CHUCK NORISS !                                                    Wrote By:Tinkolen Chamber of Aspects EU ! Alliance

       Trees, rocks and underbrush flash by me as I'm dragged along behind my mother. "Mommy where are we going?" I ask as I fall face first into the dark, muddy dirt, luckily I still have on my helmet. My mother kneels down in front of me, gently wiping the dirt off the front of my space helmet. "Baby," she begins as I stare into my mothers aqua eyes. "I'm doing this for your safety, believe me, we can no longer stay on our planet, there is no food or water or no way to replenish them, the Garbons have all but destroyed the place where we used to live. I wish with all my heart and soul I could be there to see you become a strong murloc. I read about this place, Azeroth, it's beautiful, exciting, and there are alot of adventures to be had here." I smile at my mother, for she knows how I do love to take adventures. "It is not safe for you any longer on our planet, once the Draenei crashed into this very planet, leaving ours, things have not been the same. I fear that our home may not last much longer." Mommy says as she hugs me tightly against her. I feel a single tear slide down her cheek, landing on my gloved hand. As I stare at the small splash of my mother's tear, I see it begin to crystalize. I wrap my small hand around the crystalized tear, holding it to my heart. "Mommy I love you.." I whisper into her shoulder. "And I you my dear little Grunty." She whisperes back before she kisses my head. Mommy slowly stands up, lingering just a fraction of a second, before she dissapears, back to our home planet. I'm left alone, lost, with only my little space gun for protection. "What good this will do," I grumble to myself "I'm out of ammo." I sit there, holding my mothers tear in my hand, as I try to fall asleep, i'm so frightened from all the strange sounds that i have never heard before , slowly the image of my mother fills my head at the same time filling me with peace, I drift off to sleep dreaming of my mother and Azeroth, and all the adventures awaiting me.

Ain't the Size of the Murloc in the Fight (It's the Size of the Fight in the Murloc): Grunty's Plea to Join the Fight

I undestand that you doubt me because of the great harm my people have caused you.  But please believe me when I say that I am no longer one of them... nothing is left of that life.  I now only wish to join in the fight against the trolls.  There is nothing left of me, but the burning desire for revenge.  I wish for nothing but to go up to the six-fingered troll that killed my father and say, "Hello. My name is Grunty. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

My tale is one of great sorrow, for I was once happy despite that now I am very much not happy.  In fact, I would even say that I'm not even average or so-so.  I am quite sad even.  Sometimes when I'm alone I cry.  But let us not speak of such things, for warriors do not do such things so actually on second thought I don't cry.  But it is sad that I was once happy, because now I am very sad.  In fact, sometimes I cry.  Wait, I'm just kidding... I mean, as I was saying... *eyes tear up*

I lived in a small fishing village with my father and mother.  We spent our time fishing and eating and fishing, after this we would then sometimes go fishing thought sometimes we would take a nap and then go fishing.  I enjoyed it very much.  I was happy... UNTIL THAT FATEFUL DAY that the Shadowpine Trolls attacked.  You see, we are many things to many different people.  To your people we have been a great annoyance, to fish we are death encarnate, but to the Shadowpine Trolls we are the source of their favorite snack: pickled Murloc heads.

We held our own at first, but then an elite level 80 six-fingered troll appeared and started slaughtering everyone.  I watched my father get cleaved down right in front of me.  I challenged the six-fingered troll to a fight, but he evaded all my attacks.  Then, to mock me, he did a /kiss emote at me.  Overcome by the brutality of his taunt, I dropped to my knees and began to cry.  It was a hopeless battle.  My mother was one of the few that escaped, and those who were not killed were marched back to their troll camp.  What happened there was unspeakably bad.

When I woke-up I was surrounded by giants.  Wait, what?  No, I said it was UNSPEAKABLY BAD!  Do you not understand the words coming out of my mouth?  What do you mean murlocs can't speak?  I'll have you know that there are several that can!  Oh fine.  So, first I was shrunk using troll magic.  Then, when I was about to be salted a person appeared out of no where shouting "LEEEEEEEEEEEROYYYYY JENKINNNNNNNNS."  In the commotion that resulted, one of the trolls knocked over a giant vat of explosives, which then immediately exploded blasting everyone apart.  That is the last thing I remember before the giants - when I woke-up I was surrounded by giants.

"You've been asleep for several weeks.  In your sleep you were mumbling something about Shadowpine Trolls and your father being slaughtered.  It was because of this that we thought you would be an appropriate... subject."  I hopped to my feet as a strange chee-chee-chee-chee-chaa-chaa-chaa-chaa sound echoed through the air inexplicably.  The giant then said to me, "We have rebuilt you, we have the Gnomish Engineering, we had the capability to make the World of Warcraft's first bionic Murloc and we decided to do so."  My body is now what you see before you.  This armor is not ontop of my skin, but is my skin itself.

I was then released, and spent the next few months finding my way back to home.  I found my mother, who had since remarried and had thirteen dozen children.  She told me that she vaguely remembered having someone that looked like me, but that they weren't so freakishly tiny.  I explained to her that it was part of the Troll's magic, but she wouldn't believe me.  It was then that I realized that my previous life was over and that in my current one I had but one purpose: revenge.

I returned to the gnomes that saved my life, and I pleaded with them to help me take revenge.  Eventually they agreed.  I spent several months learning how to shoot miniature weapons.  And once I became a good shot they gave me a weapon that while small in size is great in power.  They said that it was "the noisy dragon" and was once wielded by The New Prince of Bel Lair.  I'm not sure who this New Prince is, or what Bel lair is, but he is surely now a mighty king to give-up such a powerful weapon.

And that brings my story to a close.  I have heard that the alliance wages war against the Shadowpine Trolls, and they are my enemy too.  I understand that my people have caused you great trouble, and I offer no defense of their actions.  But I do not wish harm upon anyone but those who have wronged me.  I wish to spend all of my hatred on those who destroyed my previous life.  I simply need a ride over to where they are... you see, I am quite tiny.  And at an all-out sprint it would take me several months to reach them.  So, all I ask is that you give me a ride.  I promise not to ever complain, and I eat very little.  So, what says you?

    Once there was a very curious murloc named Grunty.  He was always getting into trouble.  One day, as he played near his home in Elwynn Forest, he saw a mage practicing portal-making, and decided to investigate.  The mage not knowing anyone was about to use the portals, put six different portals in one place.  A dangerous thing to do indeed, had she but known it.  Poor Grunty had no idea that what he thought was a simple portal was actually something altogether different.  When the mage was distracted he crept towards it.  As he stepped into the portal there was a surge of energy, with a bang he was gone and air rushed to fill the void.  The mage looked around in surprise, forgetting the wolf she had just polymorphed into a turtle.  Seeing the strange energy still hanging in the air around her portals, she realized someone had gone through it.  She could only hope they had gotten someplace safe, and couldn't imagine what the effect of all the portals stacked like that would be.  Before she had too long to think about the stranger's plight, the wolf came at her again.  When she had finished it off, the portals were gone and she had forgotten all about it.

    Meanwhile, Grunty popped into being in a strange place he didn't recognize.  Was this the Outlands he had heard of? He wandered about and came across a sort of settlement.  He made his way towards it hoping it was Shattrath, the capital of that land.  Soon enough he realized that this was no place in his world, this was a military base nothing like he had ever seen or heard of.  Shouts rang out near the gates and before he knew it men came running forward and seized him.  

    They took him to a holding cell and questioned him again and again.  Eventually they decided he was telling the truth with the aid of some of their 'Ghosts', who's psi powers let them sift through his thoughts and see the truth for themselves.  They explained he was at Camp Juno on the planet Sonyan.  Now he was sure he wasn't anywhere near home.  With no way to get back and nowhere to go, he was conscripted into the Confederate Marine Corps. 

    They started him in training immediately, and soon he was presented with his very own marine armor and a C-14 Impaler gauss rifle.  Grunty saw alot of combat, much of the fighting was against other colonists over resources, but there were also enemies who were entirely alien including the Protoss and Zerg.  He did his job well, but was very homesick.  When he ended up on the same ship as Tychus Findlay, headed for Blizzcon, he knew this was his one chance to get home.  Not sure where to go from there he ended up lost and alone seeking refuge in the nearby woods.

    He sat pondering what to do next when he heard people approaching.  A miss-matched group of creatures stepped into the small clearing and he recognized them as natives of his own Azeroth!  He jumped up to greet the Goblins and Worgen, who stared at him.  When they realized he was a murloc from their own world they asked him what he was doing there all alone.  

    Grunty recounted all of his adventures for them and explained that he would like to go home.  The Goblins and Worgen both were astounded by all that had happened to the young murloc and were only too happy to offer assistance.  Grunty thanked them all but felt a certain kinship with the Worgen people since they too knew what it was like to be displaced from your own home and try to fit in, having been summoned from another dimension to this world themselves.  So Grunty and his new friends left for Azeroth together.  

    So far, Grunty is happy to be back in his home world.  He is spending some time being young, but he is also wiser now, and has a healthier sense of what dangers to look out for. He has spoken with the mages of the Kirin Tor and they are working to replicate the portal he took to that other realm.  Eventually he knows he will go back to his place in the marines, but for now he is needed here.  Some of his enemy Zerg seem to have followed him here and he has his hands full taking care of the threat.

    Perhaps you have seen him around?  Remember stay out of his way when he starts swinging his rifle!

The Story of Grunty

By:  Mythsmisery

There was a underworld city named Waleot.  Within the city was palaces made of marble and streets  lined with gems and jewels of all shapes and sizes.  There was fish to eat as well as other vegetation to fit any and every murlocs taste.  Outside of the underwater city Waleot there was a much different civilization a one without palaces one where murlocs had to find their own food and provide for themselves it was a small village named Cilos.  Cilos was the poorest part of Waleot Murlocs were dying of hunger and those that weren’t dying of hunger had to constantly worry how they were going to provide and if they were going to be attacked by things lurking in the woods.  Towards the back of the village was a small cabin not made of much but you could tell it was done with pride.  Inside of the cabin lived a female Murloc named “Nunty”.  Nunty was only 3 feet tall she had webbed feet and hands and worked very hard day in and day out to find food for herself and others in the village.  Being single Nunty was able to search and swim farther than other murlocs in the village because she didn’t have any responsibilities other than provide for herself.  Nunty knowing she needed food to survive ventured to the surface and into the woods looking for food.  Several days had passed and Nunty was unable to find food for herself she was growing hungry and had no money so again she left for the surface to search for food. 

When Nunty reached the surface she slowly pulled herself out of the water and was wandering the shore searching for food when she heard a faint noise, curious to what it was she decided to go and see for herself.  The more she walked the louder the noise got she soon realized it wasn’t just a noise it was singing and off in the distance she could see a faint light. Not wanting to be seen she got back into the water and moved slowly across the bottom she swam until the light was almost above her.  She slowly swam to the surface and she was amazed at what she saw.  A tiny man like herself laughing, drinking, fishing, and singing.  Nunty wanted a closer look so she crawled out of the water and into the bushes peering through the leaves at the tiny man who was fishing.  At first anger filled her because she was hungry and she saw him catching fish after fish and she knew he was messing up the food supply.  But her anger left and Nunty slowly crawled through the bushes to get a closer look at the little man.  The tiny man heard something in the bushes and said “Hello is anyone there”.  Nunty was so petrified she couldn’t move.  Again the little man said “Hello is anyone there”.  Nunty still couldn’t move her fear of being seen froze her.  The tiny man grabbed his light and walked closer and closer to the bush where she was hiding and he bent down and parted the leaves and gasped at what he saw next.  Startled and confused he reached into the bush and touched the murloc nunty on the arm and said “what are you?” “Who are you, Are you real? and where did you come from?”  Nunty trembling with fear didn’t know if she should answer the man or jump into the water and swim away.  So she said “I’m sorry please don’t hurt me” The little man replied “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, you have my word”.  Slowly Nunty crawled out of the bush and stood up.  She said “greetings my name is Nunty and I am a Murloc”.  And the little man said “Hello Nunty my name is Grampt and I am a dwarf.  Grampt invited Nunty over to where his things were and asked her if she wanted something to eat.   Grampt was a small dwarf who learned the ways of blacksmithing and engineering from his father years ago.   The two of them ate fish together and began talking slowly growing closer together.    Day after day Nunty would venture to the surface to spend time with Grampt.  The more they talked the more their feelings for eachother grew.  The two of them wanted to be together forever but they knew they would never be accepted.  The two of them new if they wanted to have a life there was only one thing for them to do and that is run away. 

Nunty packed her things and said good bye to the Murlocs in her village.  And Grampt did the same saying goodbye to all of the dwarfs in his village taking nothing but his mining pick and Blacksmithing hammer.  Nunty and Grampt met at their normal spot and set off on a journey to make a life together.  They traveled for weeks until they decided on a place that was fit for them to settle down.  About a year after they had been together living alone Nunty told Grampt she was pregnant.  9 months later Nunty gave birth to a tiny child half murloc and half dwarf they couldn’t decide on a name for the child and since all he did was make a grunting noise they decided to call him GRUNTY.  Grunty’s father made him some armor and weapons and equipped him with the skills he needed to protect himself and grow up on his own.  The goblins and worgens both tried to take Grunty home but he was too much for them Grunty small stout frame and expertise to wield and tote weapons makes him a force to be reckon with.  There is no telling where you will see Grunty you might see him during the day or you might hear him at night….

Murloc Made Marine

The horrific truth is that millions of murloc eggs are harvested every year all across Azeroth. They are considered a delicacy to the rich and powerful and often times young adventurers are sent out to retrieve them. Since the vins of murlocs are also used in various "new age" remedies, the adult murlocs are usually slain in attempt to protect their fragile nests.

On one fateful day, a slew of undead noobs approached the vile fin murlocs on the northern coast of Tirisfal Glades. They began to slaughter the tribe without mercy in attempt to harvest scales and eggs. Though the oracles of the tribe cried out for an end to the massacre, their foes only mistook their sounds as nonsensical gargling.

The fight wore on, but only a few adult murlocs remained to protect their precious young. Knowing the fate of her family was at stake, a single mother murloc dove into the waters and scooped up her only surviving egg in her mouth. With all the strength she could muster, she ran towards freedom: a distant coast in Silverpine forest where another branch of her tribe lived.

One restless forsaken warlock chased after her, refusing to let any needed materials for his beloved Dark Lady go to waste. He cast his curses upon her, but it was not enough to slow the desperate mother. She made it past the border into Silverpine before finally collapsing from exhaustion.

She used every last ounce of life within her to protect the tiny egg inside her mouth while it hatched. Worgs howled in the distance as her little tadpole finally crawled from her mouth and out into the turbulent world of Azeroth. She smiled fondly at her son, but had no more energy left to guide him towards the coast where his cousins dwelled. She died then, from the excruciating curses that had been cast upon her.

Confused and mourning the loss of his mother, the young murloc wandered aimlessly through the treacherous Silverpine forest. As he stumbled down a long road, a short, green-skinned goblin discovered him. The goblin was a merchant and never missed an opportunity to make a few gold.

"I'd bet there's a whole market out there for little fellas like you!" the goblin exclaimed as he picked up the young murloc, intending to sell him into slavery or as a pet to some wayward adventurer.

Just then, a howl erupted through the air that shook the gnarled branches of the trees. Before the young murloc's very eyes, he witnessed a human transform into the menacing form of a worgen. The orphaned murloc found himself in the middle of a deadly skirmish. The endless war waged between the horde and the alliance sparked a battle even between two solitary foes passing on the road.

The brawl was over quickly as the goblin dropped the young murloc to the ground and used his rocket boots to flee from the scene. Cowering in fear, the young murloc peeked up between his fingers at the powerful worgen looming over him. In a wave of fog and light, the worgen transformed back into a man and picked up the poor little orphan.

"There, there," he said. "You're safe. Only a monster would harm a cute little guy like you."

The Worgen-man took the young murloc under his wing and returned to Gilneas. He had been trained in military tactics during the great struggle against the vicious attacks by the scourge and he imparted all his knowledge to his young companion. It was then that the little murloc, who had such an unfortunate beginning, found a family and was affectionately named 'Grunty'.

Grunty travelled far and wide across Azeroth with his Worgen savior. It was only when they ventured into the shattered Outlands that they became separated. Though full of spirit, Grunty was still a youth and prone to irresponsible behavior. While aiding his Worgen father-figure on a mission, Grunty fell asleep on one of the many drifting rocks floating on the outskirts of nagrand.

This floating rock drifted far beyond the reach of the Outlands and when Grunty awoke, he was surprised to see nothing familiar. Instead, a large spaceship named 'Hyperion' full of Terran marines was cruising very near his little rock. The ship itself seemed to be fleeing some location, though a swarm of its Zerg attackers still fought fiercely to bring it down.

Remembering all that he was taught, Grunty lifted the gun at his side and began shooting at the attackers in attempt to help those in the ship escape. Though his weapon was ineffecient against the strange Zerg creatures, the battle was soon won by the marines and their powerful guns. The spaceship opened its hatch and a marine named Raynor stepped upon Grunty's rock. He commended Grunty for his bravery and offered to take him aboard the 'Hyperion'.

From spare parts, Grunty's own marine suit and gun were fashioned so that he could learn to fight the Zerg and any other foe they came across. Soon he too was a fully trained marine. He had many encounters with the Zergs, in all of which he was the victor. He battled other Terrans alongside Raynor and his Raiders.

Though still of youthful joy, Grunty was a hardened fighter. It was not long before his sense of duty and a deep home-sickness led him back towards his home planet. The day he landed proudly upon Azeroth, Grunty vowed to protect it from any and all Zerg invasions. He's now fully equipped to deal with the menance and will fire without hesitation on any zergling he sees.

About grunty:

Grunty's origional home was in Azhara. When he was 3 months old, his mother and father were killed by a goblin seeking their eyes for a popular food amongst Azeroth known as westfall stew. Grunty was adopted by a paladin adventure highly praised amongst the alliance known as Cheiver. When Grunty became of age, Cheiver taught him how to fight and Grunty became his apprentice. Cheiver taught him the ways of the holy light. After about 2 weeks, Grunty became the first Murloc Paladin. When the call was sounded, Cheiver and Grunty ventured to the most modaine of locations to conquer evil. Cheiver's was begining to love Grunty as his own son. Cheiver never had any family to look up to; his parents were killed by the scorge when he was very young. Cheiver and Grunty's adventures were going smoothly untill the day came. Cheiver decided to take Grunty to Ulduar with him. They approached a mysterious portal. They took it, and Grunty was gone! How could it be? Cheiver was enraged. He Slaughtered a few iron dwarves and went home. The next day, he called up upon an infamious warlock summoner by the name of Wilfred Fizzlebang. He was known for summoning demon lords to reign terror amongst the weak. Summoning a murloc wouldn't be a problem. Cheiver aproached him, and payed him a 20 gold fee. Wilfred begain channeling the spell. When he finished, Grunty appeared. Only he looked unusual. He had a full set of armor and a gun. The power of the holy light abandoned him as well. Cheiver thanked Wilfred and went on his way. Grunty had a nasty habit of "playing" with his gun. He would shoot everything in sight. Other then that, everything else was the same. Cheiver and Grunty continued their adventures.

 Grunty The founding: The days were harsh and cold throgh space travel. The human on the radio said to wait untill you get to azertho on the orcs horde terrtory. I Dint know what the heck orcs were so i dint care un less they thoght i was food. I was swrling throgh space flying in the dark cold deep of space . I was knoked out head for azretho with no pilot! Boom!! I hit the crust of azertho as i felt pain going thorgh my body. What i saw was werid there was Green people with guns and bows. Fireing vanlity throght the mist The enmey i saw was people with fur and fangs. it looked like they wanted to eat me. then i realized that they did want to eat me! I hit the gorned Rebaribg noting else with a slight thud on the grond. When i awked up i saw Green people and fur guys with fangs every where dead but i saw who won at last. The Green Skins Waveing the horde battle flag in the night. I asked were i was and were the orcs were of orgramor To the goblin in the warlord suit of armor. He said were were at the cross road the barrens he said it would be a 10 hour trip untill i got there.As time passed i was there orgramor i ran to the valley of wisdom not careing about the others there. The warcheif thrall saw me and used the narture spirts to talk the me in my languade.I told him what the human on the ship sawed that i was going to be a pet for all who went to the blizzcon 2009. He sawed i was fin e unless you dint know how to fight. sow i asked the goblins of orgermor to make Tiny bolets and missel for my gun for i could defend my master and Freinds.And wenan 2009 blizzcon came i was given a happy home with a horde orc named fireballa we had fun most of the time we duled when we had arguements. and thats what really happend to me Grunty the space murloc.

grunty	4 up, 5 down
	get this def on a mug a adorable cow like creature; very cute cow!!! "wow look @ tat cute grunty!" "its ugly" "noooo its adorable!!!!!"

Nelson College headmaster Gary O'Shea says he isn't often consulted when it comes to the school's year 13 drama production – and perhaps that's just as well.

In the latest, schoolboys are learning the intricacies of how to kick heads in, swear, drink, play rugby and, somewhere in between all that, challenge some of the loftily held myths about New Zealand culture. So it's bound to be a popular show.

The play is the Kiwi classic Foreskin's Lament, and drama teacher Sharonne Stevens says it is being made R15 for the sake of young children – and, as much as she says it would be interesting to appear on TVNZ's Close Up, she has also taken out the nude scenes.

The drama follows the trials of a typical New Zealand club rugby team at the height of the 1981 Springbok tour, where politics and sport were meant to be separated; when masculinity ruled, and winning was everything at the end of the day.

Not that it's all just drinking and larrikinism.

Joe Hijazi, 17, who plays the team's coach, says he is actually a lot more responsible than his theatrical counterpart.

Tupper is the kind of coach who thinks that if the round thing on the ground looks like a ball and happens to have a bit of hair and a couple of ears on it, you should kick it anyway, just to be sure.

Josh McLaughlin, 17, plays the antagonist of the drama, and says he quite enjoys it.

At school, he might get into trouble for the antics he pulls on stage, but it could be at home where he cops the most flak.

His character, Clean, is an ex-police and ex-army hard man.

"He is a grunty sort of fella," says McLaughlin.

"But my dad's an ex-cop, so I have had a lifetime's worth of research."

McLaughlin's father doesn't know that he has helped to inspire his son's performance as one of the less tasteful characters in New Zealand drama, but come opening night, McLaughlin hopes he will see the similarities.

Caught between the ideas these two characters represent is Foreskin – the one who is in his own sort of world, the one who has left the insulated society of rugby, beer and aggression to educate himself on his own terms. As a result, he is a little alone.

Luke Collier, 17, likes the idea of being out on a limb looking back into New Zealand culture.

In real life, Collier plays hooker for the school's first XV, whereas Foreskin is a lonely fullback.

"It's cool just being a part of that with all the rugby but with all this other stuff going on. It's been interesting."

• Nelson College's Foreskin's Lament at the Suter Theatre this Thursday and Friday at 7pm. General admission $15, school students $10.

Well from an Swedish elder, female, players point is this what happened!(sorry for the gramma and spelling)

He did go with the worgens because the arent så gobbly! When he came to there homsted in the unexploated part of Kalimdor, just north of Aschenvale, she, yes you read right Grunty is a she. Her reel name isnt Grunty, it was her babylanguage that made it sounds lika that. Her namne is Griunthia! Hard to pronunce as you se.

Well in Griunthias new home she had to obay the roules in the family, that made her become booth quick and silence, and that even get her a lot of anger.
The most importan for her was that she just loved beautiful clothes. Her stepmother chanced her dresses to be i in sharp pink! Jus so other females should love her and se her. The hole world around them was dressed in warclothes and looked most as men, she thouht!

As hers best friend, her stepfather gave her a mount, so she could fly together with all the rasers that needed her help, to all countries that they could fly to. And she got strong, but sins she looked so girly and nice she fooled a lot of her enemies just tru her look! That made a hole lot of people to travel to her home, just to look.

The land she was raised in become a world of flowers jus like a paradis she heard of. That was in somthing that called Dragon Blight. She had always dreamed about that place. there was a big dragon and lot and lot of flowers. Thats why she plantet all these seeds in her land. It become a paradis for those men and women that collected flowes!
The buildings that her stepfater built on her wishes look like white casels with glimmering gold on top!
She missed the nice bit of the world and hated war, but if anyone theatned her. She emediatly went to atttac.

This is the true story of the goblin called "Grunty"

Bye from Jenyfear, lvl 80 warlock

One morning on Xylon Grunty was in mid attack with some Goblins, he was all alone for a moment then in come reinforcments
with amunition for grunty and a copple of minni nitro nukes.
he fired a copple of minni nitro nukes at the goblins and made a space time warpand it sucked up Grunty and he whent back in time to Azeroth.
When grunty woke up in a Murlock camp he checked what the date was, it was:21st August 2009.
"you ok little man?" said a primitive murlock. "yeah sure... uhh... where am I?" Grunt said very comfiused.
"ask the typer he'll know" said the primitive murlock realy stupidly.
"who's that?""uhh no-one Knows just say: Hey big man WHERE THE HECK AMI?: and he'll tell you"
"couldn't you just tell me you idiot!?" said Grunty angrily "uhhh ... ... ... yeah but then that would spoil the plot seriosly"
"WHAT!?" "i nkow i know stupid but still true" "ok ok i'll ask the typer (sigh)" sighed Grunty.
"HEY BIG MAN WHERE THE HECK AM I!?" "your near east vale logging camp...hey couldn't you just find your location on your map do-dingy?"
"oh yeah soz forgot a bout that:| sorry" "no probs man" i said. So then grunty looked on his mapping system to find exactley wher he was
And then a copple of humans came along and took a copple of pictures of the lonely murlock who they named Grunty (what a coincedence!)
because he could only grunt in thayre language *common* and then a copple of goblins came along but Grunty Shot them to Death.
the next day a bunch of worgens came and Grunty went with them because he liked thayre fur coats.

Arriving in Booty Bay, Grunty had a sudden pang of homesickness. After all, being surrounded by goblins was what growing up had been all about and while some were gruff, he knew underneath they were the biggest, hearted, kindest people he had ever encountered. Coming to this port town had been his adopted-father's idea to help him discover who he was and how he had come to be in the forest, abandon, all those years ago. It had never really bothered him much but his father was convinced there was a bigger story for him and wanted him to discover it. 

He shifted in his armor, proud of the perfectly fitted armor he had the joy of wearing. He knew many along the boardwalk eyed his prizes jealously but it was a rare thing indeed for someone to find the elusive gnome armorer, Gnarm. He had located him in a remote corner of what was left of Gnomeragan, hidden away from the leper gnomes and practicing his craft. Gnarm had never met a murloc as so many were reclusive and chose not to learn the common language. Gnarm had been impressed with Grunty's determination and obvious spirit and had taught him how to make the perfect armor for one his size. He had added gems he had gathered from mining in the hills and imbedded frost powder he had purchased in Stormwind. The result was a beautiful set of blue armor that was stronger than any metal seen elsewhere, yet light enough Grunty didn't lose any of his agility and ability to jump and swim. 

It was Gnarm who had recommended he visit the murlocs in Elwyn Forest to see if they had any keys to his past. He had gone to the river's edge and found the murlocs, but it was apparent they were not interested in strangers. The most he could get out of them was to talk to the murlocs in Redridge as they were more used to the "others" as they called them. Grunty had begrudgingly set off for Redridge only to find the creatures on the way not very hospitable. He battled through spiders, worgs and orcs to finally reached Lakeshire.  

At the Lakeshire Inn, he was not surprised at the stares and whispers as he walked by. I should be used to this, he thought wryly but he had never gotten used to it. To be fair, he had never encountered another murloc willing to associate with the other creatures of the world so he understood intellectually their surprise. When he heard the word "gun" he had to chuckle. If they only knew what he had gone through to get that gun!

Thinking back, he reminisced about the gun. He had met an unfriendly night elf named Cauchy. Cauchy had taken offense to everything – Grunty, the way he talked, the way he pronounced the elf’s name as “Couchy” instead of “Coeshy”, everything. Finally, the elf’s friend, Gnuck had arrived. As a gnome, Gnuck was more Grunty’s size and after looking him in the eye for a long time, he had a sternly-whispered conversation with Cauchy. The two friends were headed out on a suicide mission, said Gnuck and he laughed a big Gnomish laugh at the end. They could use all the help they could get – was Grunty interested? Never one to miss an adventure but unsure what this one would entail, he bought Gnuck a drink and always one for a tale, Gnuck sat and shared their story.

Cauchy and Gnuck had met many years earlier as they were both seeking their fortunes in the world. Having recently left home, Gnuck wasn’t very worldly and truthfully, got lost more than he didn’t. Cauchy was more familiar with the world, but tended, as most elves, to become so single-minded he would lose sight of those things around him. Together, along with Gnuck’s demon, Thoroon and Cauchy’s pig, Babe, they had been all over the world earning gold, saving the odd person here and there and generally helping the different communities they came across. Finally Cauchy put an end to the story-telling and said it was time to be off. Grunty liked Gnuck so well, and thought he could get to know Cauchy, that he joined them. For the next several years they took on quests all over Azeroth and Northrend for the various people who would pay. Gnuck was an alchemist and able to make wonderful potions as well as knew herb lore inside and out. Cauchy had an extensive knowledge of the world and all the creatures in it. They both had a number of friends they would periodically enlist to help with difficult quests and Grunty learned a great deal of acceptance and enjoyed the camaraderie. But his father’s words always haunted him and after securing the safety of Goldshire from an attack of the Headless Horseman, Grunty felt like he had seen it all.  

Grunty had told Gnuck and Cauchy about his quest to find out who he was and where he came from and Gnuck thought that Booty Bay, with its port access and assorted characters would have the best chance of answers for him. The friends said goodbye for now, knowing that some day they would regroup and head out into the world together. As a parting gift, Gnuck gave him a pack of potions to help him stay safe and healthy. But it was Cauchy that surprised him the most. Cauchy approached him with a gun to match his own. The only problem was it was made for a 6 ft. tall elf rather than his diminutive frame. With a twinkle in his eye, Cauchy poured some sort of spice on the gun and it became exactly the right size for Grunty. Cauchy said it was “baby spice” as he patted him on the back and returned to his mount. He now had the perfect weapon.

Now, standing in Booty Bay, he wasn’t sure just exactly what he was suppose to do. He wandered into the local Inn as that was always a good place for information. He had never seen some of the races he found in the Inn but no matter. Unfortunately, some of the patrons didn’t take too kindly to a murloc sitting among them and he left rather quickly. His next stop was to find Baron Revilgaz, the de facto ruler of Booty Bay. He hoped he could call on his goblin upbringing to convince the Baron to help him. Upon finding the Baron, Grunty realized he had no idea where to begin so he began but the good Baron immediately said, “whatta want?”. Grunty explained he was the son of Kizzie and Zabrink Rak and was looking for information about his past. With a glint in his eye, the Baron said “Kizzie?”. And suddenly looked to be somewhere else in time. The Baron invited Grunty down to have a drink and the two discussed Grunty’s parents. It seems the Baron was well-acquainted with Grunty’s mother. After many, many stories and an equal number of drinks, the Baron finally got around to Grunty’s problem. 

After some serious consideration, the Baron called over a large Tauren from the shadows. Grunty was used to being the smallest one in the room and often used his size as an advantage but this bull was so large, even he was surprised. The two whispered and the bull was obviously not happy with what the Baron was saying. Unruffled by the tauren’s objections, the Baron finally sent him on his errand. He then ordered some lunch for both of them and continued to talk about Grunty’s adventures, his own youth, and more. Just about the time Grunty was getting uncomfortable, the tauren returned with a large folded piece of paper. He handed it to the Baron, looking very unhappy and stalked off.

The Baron handed the paper to Grunty and he opened it immediately. There, was an entire map of a land he had never heard of, Mars Sera. As he continued to unfold the map, several documents fell to the table. He set the map down and read about the Terrans journeying to Mars Sera after they were attacked. As he read, he learned of a group of murlocs that had escaped to Mars Sera many years ago from Azeroth. He would need to journey Northrend and find the Winterfin tribe led by King Mrgl-Mrgl. After thanking the Baron and promising to send his love to his mother, Grunty headed out. He was able to use his hearth stone to return to Dalaran and from there, catch a flight to Borean Tundra.  

Arriving at the Winterfin village, Grunty immediately set out to find the King. He was shocked to discover the King was not a murloc at all – but rather a night elf! The king was very willing to talk to him and filled him in on the history of the Winterfin tribe. Currently, they were battling with a strange force that had arrived after the earthquake and had been stealing the murloc children. Grunty felt compelled to help the children. He left his armor in a secure location, and went into the cave. He followed the path given to him by the king but something called to him to go a different direction. He followed a smaller and smaller path through the cave until he finally came to a dead end. As he looked at the solid rock walls, he saw something sparkle down by his toe. As he reached for it, a portal opened in the wall – it was a way to Mars Sera! Feeling confident this was his destiny, Grunty ran back through the cave to retrieve his weapon and armor.  

Once armed and ready, Grunty had to get back through the cave without alerting the guards. He tried to sneak his way through but the guards were able to see him and recognized him as something “other”. They attacked and Grunty fought for his life to reach the portal again. Finally, he was able to get to the portal and as he looked through it, he saw other murlocs. He jumped into it ready to find his family and his destiny.

Goblin merchants always do well because they understand the first rule of sales, which is this: I have goods for sale and the customer has gold.  I want the gold and, unfortunately, that means the customer will get my goods.  I will make a sale by any means possible, because without the sale I will not have the gold.  Without the gold I am nothing.

Framz lived by this rule because of his love for gold.  He ventured far afield from the mountain area of Azshara and traveled the most out-of-the way paths, including the dangerous areas of Silverpine and Darkshire, because of this need-this desire-for gold.  All goblins live for the love of something-whether it be crafted items, sea-faring, or carefully enacted violence-and chose their professions accordingly.  Framz loved gold-the gleam and the glitter and the feel of it-and so became a traveling merchant in order to collect as much as possible.

Framz did not like his customers-a curse many merchants suffer after dealing with the frustration of the general public for years.  Most of them were indecisive and used too much of his valuable time to make a purchase or sell an item, and then ended up changing their minds.  In his opinion-shared openly and often in taverns in towns run by the Steamwheedle Cartel-the "buy-back" law passed and enforced throughout the entire realm would bring an end to capitalism itself.  Why allow a fool who parted with something for way too low a price the opportunity to correct the error? 

Framz also prided himself on being a good judge of customers, and he did not like the looks of the new one standing before him.  Oh, he was a small murloc and looked harmless, but something deep down in Framz's psyche sounded an alarm.  He glanced at his traveling companion, Ripzz, a bruiser hired to be his bodyguard, a felt a little better.  Ripzz had outfitted himself with even more weapons and armor than usual due to the increased frequency of feral worgen attacks along these paths in Silverpine, and the extra firepower boosted Framz's confidence.

"What's up?" His traditional greeting did not elicit much of a response.  Framz sighed and reached into his backpack, pulling out a small device.  He fitted it over his left ear, angling it so that the small protrusion rested near his mouth.  He repeated the greeting as the device translated his words, and then waited for the murloc's response.

"Greetings, green-skinned one.  I am Grunty.  I want to buy dese."  The small murloc extended his hand.  Tiny bullets gleamed silver against his skin.

Framz grunted, impressed by the size of the bullets.  "These are specialty-made.  I don't stock anything that small.  But I think I can help you."  After all, the first rule of sales dictates that you never turn the customer away.  Gold is gold-and you get it by any means possible, even if you have to get it through a paid-referral for a family member.  "My sister, Dinty, is a Grand-Master Engineer.  She has a shop in Azshara, in the north-west section. Please let her know that I sent you."

"Dank you, green-skinned person." The murloc turned and marched away, heading toward Azshara.

"Glad I could help!" Both Framz and Ripzz watched until the murloc disappeared from sight, then they continued their travels.  Framz felt relieved, as if he had escaped from a great, unknown danger, and wondered-just briefly-if sending the murloc to his unsuspecting sister would be worth the small amount of gold he would earn from the referral.  He dismissed the thought immediately.  Gold is gold, after all.

"I may be getting too old for this," he thought.  "It might be time to purchase as shop.  There are a few vacant now in Booty Bay. I could probably get one for almost nothing.  Have a few more security personnel around with the city bruisers for back-up."

When they stumbled across a feral pack of worgen around the next bend, each shot with pin-point precision through the heart by a very small bullet, Framz was even more convinced that buying a shop and being surrounded by armed guards would be the best idea of all.

*

It was the smell that got to her.  It lingered at the site of each massacre, acrid as acid:  Gunshot residue from a weapon she had never before encountered.

Captain Lycaon sighed and closed her eyes, trying to focus on her sense of smell.  It would have been easier if she changed form-the wolf's senses could identify and track any scent-but the change brought its own problems.  With everything she gained in strength, agility, and perception, she lost an equal amount of intellect, purpose, and self-control. Remaining human was the better choice for the moment.

Lycaon opened her eyes and glanced at her companions, Corporal Grendelson and a dwarf hunter named Trueshot.  Grendelson, a young worgen, obviously thought he looked more attractive in his brass-studded leather bracers than was, in fact, the case.  The hunter she had more trouble figuring out.  It was true that he reported finding the bodies and led them to the scene, but she could still not determine what he had to gain.  She could tell from the smells and tracks at the scene that he didn't have anything to do with the dead worgen in front of her.  Still, the shooter had been very short . . .

"Looks like a typical feral attack gone wrong" Corporal Grendelson declared, breaking Lycaon's train of thought.  "What do you think, Captain?"

"This is anything but typical, Corporal.  Look at the scene and tell me what you see."

"Begging your pardon, Ma'm, but it looks like some of our citizens left the city to form a feral pack and indulge their, um, baser natures." He started to blush. "They stayed near the roads, probably hoping to prey on unsuspecting travelers.  And it also looks like they ran into someone tougher than them."

"Look at the bodies, Corporal.  Shot with one bullet straight through the heart.  Now look closer.  What do you see?"

"Ma'm?"

"Whoever killed them didn't loot the bodies! Where in this realm do you find someone who doesn't take whatever they can grab from a body?  Good heavens, Corporal, I have seen some people skin the corpses to make leather.  And the person who killed this pack, and all of the others, didn't even take their gold."

The Corporal scratched his head.  "But we can't arrest him for that.  We can't even arrest him for killing these citizens.  They left the city, left our protection, and went feral to hunt other races. I am sure it was kill or be killed."

Lycaon glanced at the hunter, who grinned at her.  "He's sure."  She gave a small, ironic laugh.  "You are probably right, Corporal, although there is no evidence to prove it.  Still, it is getting late and we should head back."

"Do you think we will make it to Gilneas by tonight?"

"No-it's getting late. We will stop at Pyrewood Village." Lycaon nodded at Trueshot.  "You are welcome to be our guest at the inn. This is the least we can do for your service to our people."

"Much obliged."   He reached over to give his pet, a timber wolf, a pat on the head. "I'm sure they are used to stabling wolves there."

Lycaon gave him a rather frosty nod and they started walking. 

"What about our report, Captain?  Should we mail it from Pyrewood?"

"That would be protocol, although I still don't trust the mailboxes.  Mail 'magically' delivered in one hour or less.  Never lost or misplaced.  As if mages didn't have anything better to do.  Still, it's better than the old system."

"Old system?"

"In the old days you had to give a letter to a passing Explorer's League dwarf and hope the drunken sot didn't feed it to his goat before . . ." Her voice trailed off.

"Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to offend."

"I'm not offended," said Trueshot cheerfully.

"It's not that I have anything against dwarves.  I have always thought they were hard working, highly skilled . . ."

"Drunken sots?

"Yes. No!"

They continued on down the road at a brisk pace.  Trueshot started singing a rather bawdy song that caused Grendelson to blush again.

"I am getting too old for this," Lycaon thought.

*

 "Look out!"

Grunty ducked.

Something like a small ball with wings clicked and whirred over his head, circled him once erratically, and then flew apart in a dozen jerking parts.  He picked up the nearest one to examine-a small, broken cog that seemed to be glowing-and dropped it immediately, blowing on his fingers to try to cool them faster.

"Oh, dear.  Back to the drawing parchment." A small green goblin emerged from behind the over-turned table where she had been taking shelter.  She was shorter than the other goblins he had encountered, and had red hair pulled back into a pony tail instead of a bald head, but Grunty thought he could see a family resemblance to the traveling merchant.

"What's dat?"

"I don't have a name quite yet.  Right now I'm calling it an Unidentified Flying Object."  She started brushing off her overalls, creating a small cloud of dust.  "It works with a series of cogs wound-up like clockwork to turn the motor-but not very well.  Maybe if I changed the shape . . . made it flat like a . . .dish . . . or saucer."

She shook her head, and seemed to focus on the visitor to her shop for the first time.  "Talk to me.  Time is money, friend."  She tapped the small device in her ear.  "Don't worry.  I can understand any language with this.  And it will translate my words for you."

"I have seen dat before.  A traveling merchant had one.  He sent me to dis area to find his sister, Dinty, a Grand Master Engineer."

"That would be Framz, my brother.  He sent you to me?  Drat-that means I own him a referral fee."

"Yes.  He said I would need you to make dat." Grunty held out his hand.  A small, silver bullet gleamed against his skin.

Dinty's eyes open wide.  "That is beautiful!"

Grunty stared at her, simply blinking.  He didn't know what to say.  He had never heard of ammunition described as beautiful before.  Oh, it was certainly useful, and it made his life easier; in fact, it often saved his life.  But beautiful?  This was a way of thinking that he couldn't quite grasp.

"I could reverse engineer it for you.  Take one apart and see what makes it tick." Her hands were shaking slightly with anticipation as she took the bullet from him.  "Please have a seat.  This may take awhile."

Grunty moved hesitantly toward a corner of the shop.  Papers and books covered the only chair and he looked for a clear place to move them.  Bottles filled with different covered liquids and boxes filled with strangely-shaped metal parts covered most of the flat surfaces.  Finally he stacked them neatly in a pile on the floor under the chair and sat down.

"I think we can make a trade.  I will learn how to make these and, in turn, I can construct some for you.  Say ten stacks of one-thousand?"

"Dat is a deal."  He watched her set to work with a grinding stone on the bullet, and then take a pinch of the power and place it in a beaker filled with a purple-colored liquid.  She placed it over an open flame, and it began almost immediately to overflow.  The liquid hit the work bench and started dissolving the wood.

"Where did you get these from?" Dinty asked as she mopped up the excess.

"I am a marine.  Dat is standard issue ammunition."

"Oh, is that one of the Northrend murloc tribes?  I can never keep up with that sort of thing."

"I not heard of Northrend."

"Get real!  It's where they moved Dalaran-the city of mages? My cousins works on a zeppelin that runs a transport from Orgrimmar to Borean Tundra in Northrend. It's a long trip, but he enjoys the travel."

"Are dose mages important people?"

"Sure are-at least in their minds." She laughed at this. "They do a lot of the other types of transports. They make portals-sort of circles of blue light that you can step through--for even faster transport between really distant places.  They run the mail system as well. I use it when I need to deliver goods quickly." 

"Are any of dose mages closer to here?  Powerful ones dat can transport a long way?"

"There is a mage on Theramore Isle--Jaina Proudmoore-who could, but I wouldn't go there.  She's Alliance." Dinty almost spat the word.  "The guards there would probably kill you on sight.  They don't trust strangers."

"Many danks, Dinty person.  I will go to Dalaran next. Perhaps dere is a mage person powerful enough who can make a portal to my home."

"Mmmhmmm." Grunty could tell she wasn't really listening anymore.  She had mixed several types of metal ore in a bin and was holding it over the fire.

"What's dat?"

"Hmm?  Oh, I'm smelting the casings for the bullets.  As soon as they are cool I will fill them with the gunpowder and you will be good to go."

Grunty watched while she scurried about the shop, assembling the ammunition.  After a few more minutes she grabbed a small ammo pouch from a high shelf, dusted it off, and filled it with the tiny silver bullets.  She handed it to him.

"Nice doing business with you!"

"Good-bye, Dinty person."  Grunty headed out of the shop and stared off toward the horizon.  From the way she described it, he knew he was in for a long journey.  He tied his new ammo pouch to his belt.  At least he wouldn't run out of ammunition for a good long while.  Maybe he would even have enough till he made it to the mage-city of Dalaran.  And there, perhaps, he would find someone who could help him reach his home.

"Dat's a lot of 'maybe' and 'perhaps'" the space marine sighed.  "But it's my only hope.  Better get a move-on." He started walking at a brisk pace.  "I'm not getting any younger, after all."

In 2004 with Blizzard's server problems they replaced all the hamsters with murlocs, as the run much faster. Only over time Blizzard finds that they don't have enough sense to stop when exhausted they have to keep going back to Azeroth to grab more murlocs. This causes a small problem as a few escape into Irvine every year. Usually within weeks they are caught and tossed into the servers, but Blizzard needed a good cover story of why the servers go wonky and murloc's are running around Irvine, CA. So they started a convention to explain that the murlocs were only kids in costumes and that servers were getting overloaded because of the convention.

Fast forward to Blizzcon 2009, due to the extra servers needed to broadcast the event more murlocs have to gather during the anual murloc harvest. This results in nets being used. IN the choas of stuffing murlocs into the new servers a few sneak away to the woods around annaheim. Grunty's mom is recaptured but no one notices the young murloc at first. Blizzard's PR department says no we can't have this news get out, find someone that won't be noticed to go find him. A couple Worgen and some goblins are sent out.

Unfortunly for Blizzard's stressed out PR guys, Worgen are very good at finding small childred but to eat not to care for.

Maggy G0bs and Ehm G0Bs are bonucing along looking at butterlies and other random things that have nothing to do with murlocs, when they see a small murloc being chased by a salverying hungry Worgen, being small themselves and not liking situation.

Clearly not knowing what to do with a small child it screamed at it and chased it all over the woods. Maggy G0bs sees that the simple thing to do is to give it a gun and let it even the playing field gob style.

Grunty seeing small green people like him, takes the offered gob gun and shoots the scary wolf. The worgen tired and hungry from chased down the lost murloc, howls in frustration at this last indignation as he falls over sideways and passes out.

Maggy G0bs decides to keep him as a pet forgetting all about returning him to Blizzard. They take the goblin teleporter home.

Grunty is raised by the Gobs and never realizes he is not a goblin. He oldest memory is of some gear he borrowed from some where. Growing up with goblin weapons he always had something that went boom, though more often resulting in a black face rather than the target breaking. Using his goblin teleportation device found him in some rather stange places.

One of these hops left him in a desolate battlefield where a strange machine came up to him and asked him, "Son do you want to see stange lands and kill stranger people?"
To grunty this sounded like what he was doing anyway so he said yes.

The stange shiny machine said, "Son that is Sir, Yes, Sir!", I'll make a man of you yet!

Grunty thinking over the goblins people changers is not sure he wants to be a man instead of goblin, is dragged off to the Space Marine Camp while he is thinking about it.

He is forced through crazy rituals that don't make any sense, walking around in silly circles, shouting mystical words that are supposed to turn one's self into a grunt, and what ever happened to being made into a man?

Grunty is issued a very shiny new gun, though every time he calls it gun they make him walk around in circles grabbing himself and shouting this is my rifle this is my gun this one is for shooting this one is for fun, which makes no sense to him, since he has fun shooting things. Plus this gun does not blow up every other shot. Finally after mind boggling weeks of trainging he graduates as an honorary Space Marine and sent out to deal with the second zerg invasion of star craft 2.

Grunty and the God Factory

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For some reason I can't post the story even in snippets. It keeps saying less than or equal to 20k characters when each time I AM doing less than that.

All "Grunty" is, is Chuck Norris'. Why you say, well he is undercover trying to find Bruce Lee. Plain and simple. And straight to the point.

The Story of Grunty

  Grunty grew up in a small village on the coast of Hillsbard Foothills.  He was a small murloc and still very young when he developed a rare disease.  This disease prevented him from going into the water like all normal murlocs do.  Because of this, he was poked fun at and his parents were chastised for having such an abomination.  At first Grunty would do chores that other murlocs didn't want to do, like going far into the woods to gather wood and herbs.  One day Grunty was in the woods foraging for supplies when in the distance he saw the murloc hunting party torturing a small bear cub.  He was disgusted that they would be so mean to a creature so small like himself.  Deciding to help out the creature, Grunty picked up some small rocks and started throwing them at his Murloc kin.  One murloc crept away during this and circled around behind Grunty, then with a sudden crash, a big hammer fell upon Grunty's head and he was knocked out.  After a long discussion, the murloc elders informed the parents that Grunty had performed the most dis-honorable act of interferring with a hunting party and that he would be put to death in two days.

  Grunty's father, Grobach convinced that they would have to flee in order to keep there son alive decided to sneak the family out in the middle of the night and travel to a distant murloc tribe at The Shining Strand in Silverpine Forest.  Along the way Grobach encounter several menacing creatures and defended them off each time getting weaker.  After countless days and nights of struggles the family was getting close to their destination.  A group of undead attacked the camp and in an effort to defend the family, Grobach was mortally slain as he chopped down the last of them.  Grunty's mother made camp that night and as Grunty slept, she looked at her dead husbands corpse and then walked off to her homeland abandoning poor Grunty.

  Grunty heard sounds around him and woke up.  To his astonished eyes he saw all types of creatures he never seen before.  There was a skinny pink fleshy creature, a creature that boneless one that resembled the pink one, a big wolflike creature and a little green creature with a big head.  They all spoke in a language he didn't understand but it seemed to him they were arguing about something, probably who was going to eat him.  Abruptly the pink one pulled out his axe and attacked the bone one.  The bone one dodged the attack and pulled out a stick waved it in the air once and a big explosion took place.  Both the pink one and the bone one dropped to the ground writhing in agony and then died.  The wolf creature roared saliva dripping from his maw and glared at Grunty.  The little green creature stepped in front of Grunty and pointed saying something.  Instantly Grunty and the little green creature were transported somewhere unkown to Grunty.

  For months Grunty lived with this goblin and learned the language, he found out the goblin's name was Wheeler so started calling him Papa Wheeler.  Papa Wheeler was an etremely talented engineer and made all sorts of devices including the one that telported them away that fateful day.  He told Grunty of his hopes to one day reach the stars and explore distant planets.  Grunty was intrigued by the notion that life existed on other worlds followed in Papa's footsteps.  Grunty experimented all the time looking for new ways to help Papa out.  Grunty matured fast after this and would venture out into this great area that was called the Netherstorm. In his little town they called Area 52, Papa and others were trying to build a srocketship so that they could one day travel there.

  One day a group of adventures came thru town and Grunty eyed them tightly.  He saw another bone creature with a white glowing staff was called an Undead, the big stocky green creature clad in plate was called an Orc, the big bullheaded creature dressed in robes was called a Tauren, the wirey blueish creature with a bow was a Troll, and a skinny pink creature with huge ears was a Bloodelf.  They were out doing all sorts of chores for the inhabitants of the town so that they could raise money for something.  One of these so called quests got the materials needed to complete the rocket. 

Grunty said "I want to be the first person to go up in the rocket Papa!"

But Papa shook his finger replying "It is way to dangerous, space is unkown to us, even if we can make it that far, there might be menacing creatures wishing to kill us."

Grunty frowned but "Papa I wanna go, please!!!!"

Papa nodded "I know Grunty but you don't have the proper training to defend yourself.  Its partly my fault in only training you in my profession."

Grunty replied "So if I train really hard and learn how to use a sword or gun or something I can go"

Papa smiled "Yes Grunty if you can prove that you can defend yourself with any weapon of your choice then I will let you go in the rocketship"

  The adventurers continued to return to the town every few days accepting new dangerous mission, and Grunty decided he would follow them out and watch them to learn exactly how to attack creatures and defend himself.  He would practice every day performing the same moves the group did although he had no feirce opponent to defend against.  One day he followed them out and they were searching for this rare creature that was causing problems called Ever-core the Punisher.  Grunty watched from over the hill as the group attacked this creature.  The group wre getting hurt badly and the troll fell to his death.  No one noticed that Grunty was even there...both the group and the creature were too involved in the fight.  Grunty decided that now was the time to act and see if he could but his new skill to work.  He ran down the hill grabbing the gun from the dead trolls lifeless grasp and aimed it at the head of Ever-core.  Ever-core knocked back the group with a big slash of his rock hard arm.  Grunty fired the gun, kaboom!!!!!  Grunty was knocked on his back but quickly recovered, looking around he saw the Ever-core creature standing motionless with a gapping whole thru its head.  The party smiled at Grunty and started cheering him.

The orc named Kratus said "Good job small one,  I wish our troll friend here could have had the accuracy you did.  Alas his own inability with guns was his mis-doing"

Kratus reached inside the Ever-core creature and pulled out something storing it in his backpack.

Grunty happy that he had made a new friend asked "Can I come with you and learn how to defened myself and fight creatures like you do?"

Kratus replied laughing "Well I don't see why not considering we have an opening now, so long as you follow orders"

Grunty perplexed asked "Orders?"

Kratus replied "Yes orders,  I am the leader of this group, I make sure the creatures focus their efforts on me as often as I can so the others can bring them down.   I tell you when to attack or not, I don't want someone in my group that is just gonna rush and attack everything.  We scope out the targets and try to find weakness and all before we just attack them, each creature has different abilities, once you learn them you will know what to expect"

Grunty smiled "I can do that, are there any other rules I should know about?"

Kratus nodded "Yes quiet a few.  but first let me introduce the group, the undead there is Toby he's our healer...if you get hurt in battle he will heal your wounds so you can keep fighting.  Then there is our tauren druid Bartholobull..."

Grunty quickly interrupted "What is a druid?"

Kratus laughed "That's a loaded question...a druid....hmmm....well damn it Bart show him!"

Bartholobull quickly transformed into a ferocious bear and Grunty jumped back grasping his chest in awe.  "Wow, that is so cool"

"Wait, there is more" said Bartholobull as he tranformed into a big cat.

Grunty was amazed "Is there other forms also"

Bartholobull answered "Of course small one, if I am swimming I can turn into a seal so I don't need to breath water and can swim real fast.  Then I can turn into a cheetah so I can run real fast, and of course...." Bartholobull changes form one more time into a Huge Owl-like form

Grunty shocked said "Wow whats that form do? allow you to fly?

Bartholobull answered "No, but now that I think about it I have a form for that also...this form allows me to do very potent nature magic, you can here the sounds of nature crack open creating a big blast, its so loud some call it my form a boomkin"

Grunty was speechless.

  Kratus waited a few seconds and said "And the last of our group in Zold, our mage...he can do some things like making food and water, shooting fireballs at creatures, opening portals to different towns and all sorts of neat stuff!"

Grunty felt awkward, all these others had so much they could do and he just fired a gun once.  He would definitately have to practice long and hard to help the group out.

"Don't fret little one Zold can open up a portal and you can train fast at getting better with that weapon.  Do it Zold!" shouted Kratus

Zold took a minute and waved his wand around in the air and a cloud formed showing a distant city.

"Now in you go!" stated Kratus as he pushed Grunty thru the portal.

  It took a minute for Grunty to adjust but when he recovered he saw he was magically in a different town.  Kratus brought Grunty over to very acrobatic troll and informed his that he was to teach Grunty everything he can about being a hunter.  Kratus said he would return in a months time to retrieve the little murloc.  Grunty spent the time perfecting his shots, he learned how to tame wild beasts, he tried on verious different types of armor and had the agility of a jumping spider.  When the month was finally up, the troll awarded Grunty with a special certificate allowing him to name his pet whatever he wanted.  Grunty was so pleased with himself that when Kratus returned for him he had to show off his moves.  Kratus was impressed how much Grunty learned in the month he was gone.

"Now its time to return to Netherstorm,  we have some serious business to attend to and I think it will interest you in coming" said Kratus

Grunty replied "What type of business are you talking about Kratus?"

"Spaceships!" Kratus returned.

Grunty shocked said "Real spaceships???"

"Yes we found out the names of only a few, Botanica, Mechanar, Arcatraz, but there are others we don't know the names of as we have yet to figure out a way to enter those" responded Kratus

An undead approached "Are we almost ready Kratus?"

"Oh forgive my rudeless, Grunty meet Piros, our new mage, and vice-versa..."

"What happend to Zold?" asked Grunty.

"He did not survive and encounter with the Alliance rogue who backstabbed him when he was eatting"

Sady Grunty said "What's Alliance?"

"The Alliance were the ones that wanted to eat you in the forest that night Papa saved you, they are mean spirited people who enslave the Horde and constantly provoke us into wars, be careful that they never sneak up on you as they did Zold, they enjoy making soup from murloc eyeballs"

"Gross, that's disgusting!" said Grunty

"anyways let us depart this fair city and return to our mission of these spaceships" Kratus replied.

  Piros opened a portal and they all stepped thru to join their companions on the other side.  After discussing their strategy and getting a good night sleep, the group set out for Cosmowrench where they would make preparations for their flight to the floating spaceships.  The party all mounted on various types of flying creatures but Grunty had none, so Kratus picked him up and carried him along for the ride.  They landed on the spaceships platform and entered the archway that would give them access to the ship.  Grunty couldn't wait to enter a real spaceship and explore, but Kratus warned him of the dangers.  They looked won from the entrance and could see several bloodelves fighting creatures, and they decided to help the bloodelves destroy them.  The bloodelves immediately attacked the group and things got chaotic, the group was now surronded by both bloodelves and these strange creatures and more kept pooring thru the hallway at them.  Toby went down first as one of the creatures sprang at his chest and started sucking the blood right out of him.  Kratus called for a retreat but the group was split up in different areas.  Most of the group managed to escape leaving only the druid Bartholobull and Grunty. 

Bartholobull yelled "Play dead and I'll get the creatures off you....we will come back for you I swear!"

Grunty obeyed, grasping his chest and falling to the ground like he got hit by something and died.

  Bartholobull raised his arms in the air chanting weird sounds and suddenly a hurricane opened up destroying most of the creatures and elves.  Only a few bloodeves remain and one shot Bartholobull with a shiny arrow.  It struck with such impact that Bartholobull's spell was interrupted and he started grasping for his throat.  Bartholobull tried to speak something to Grunty but no words came out, he ran to the exit as fast as he could and just managed to get out the door before being shot again.

  Grunty continued to play dead.  The creatures and the bloodeves continue to fight and ignored him.  After awhile the creatures retreated and the bloodelves took up defensive stances out of sight from the hallway leading deeper into the ship.  Grunty slowly rose to his feat and crept thru the ship avoiding every creature he saw in the distance.  He then entered a room where there was only one exit and he could here sounds of creatures coming from the way he came. Quickly Grunty scanned the room looking for any place he could hide, and he found a hatchway to a lower level.  Grunty opened the hatchway and climbed down the ladder to a new level.

  Grunty explored this area of the ship quickly and came to a room with a big circular door and a big freezer.  He cautiously opened the locked and found a dead creature wearing a blue suit and a very sophisticate gun.  Grunty quickly put on the suit thinking he could blend in if anyone came into the room and grabbed the new gun.  No one entered and Grunty was feeling ashamed for stealing the suit but he had to escape somehow.  He then looked at the door and opened it.  It was a airlock to a small recon fighter spaceship, he entered quickly and shut the door.

  Grunty was excited, here he was fulfilling his dreams of being in a spaceship and possibly going to different worlds.  He got in the pilot seat and looked over the controls.  He pressed the big blue button that was flashing on the control panel and was instantly propelled into space.  Grunty examined the controls typed in something and random and pressed the button again.  The recon fighter ship changed its course and begun its space travel to its destination.....

....to be continued....

The Story of Grunty

Grunty the Murloc lived in the year 2635. Grunty was going to be drafted into the Marine rank of the Galactic Army of the King of all of Galdaria. The King was an elderly honored Tauren named Cohembria. Grunty had lived there all his life and today was going to be a life-changing experience for him because he was selected to be the first murloc to test the Battle Suit 3000. The Battle Suit 3000 was going to be the basic battle suit for the Murloc Special Corps team(MSC for short). 

The idea of expanding the Galdaric army to the MSC was to be able to execute missions subtly so the enemy would never see it coming. Murlocs are obviously very small, so it took the best gnome and goblin engineers to create equipment that was small enough and fully functional for them to use. The Battle Suit 3000 comes fully equipped with an interlingual input and output translator, and a fully functional Rifle that shoots mini 50 caliber rounds, mini folding hooks around the wrists and ankles so the wearer can scale walls of any height, a breathing apparatus in case the mission must be carried out above or below the breathable temperature of oxygen, and artificial Gills, which allow breath while submerged without ever running out of oxygen. The Gills also act like our present day gas masks and can filter the oxygen out of any substance, if there is oxygen in the given substance. The other major thing that the suit can do is utilize one of the newest designs that the engineers had come up with called XtremeSuit. The idea of XtremeSuit was to advance your muscles to cancel the weight of the suit, making it so you can still move and run at a regular pace.  That was about all the engineers could fit into such a small device and have it still fit the requirements of the murloc without the murloc looking like an abomination that had been squished into something the size of a murloc.

Grunty was looking forward to this suit because he had been given the run down of all its specs and abilities beforehand, and it was a great honor to be considered good enough to join the Galactic army. Grunty approached the main entryway of Cohembria’s great Castle. An orc dressed in imperial armor ran hurriedly to greet him.

“Grunty!” he exclamed, “my name is Durock. I am one of the King’s imperial guards and I will be escorting you to the armory.” Grunty nodded in approval and followed Durock off into some corridor. After being led through what seemed like and endless maze of halls, they walked into a hallway that was lined with glass boxes. The glass boxes that lined the walls were holding some of the best armor in existence. Of course, they are all obsolete compared to the Battle Suit 3000. This hall opens to the Grand armory of the king, where up on the stage looking thing stood the best Goblin engineer named Rekfoc and the best gnome engineer named Uarfer. Between them was the Battle Suit 3000. 

Upon walking into the room, Grunty’s eyes were drawn to the polished suit that now had a few changes It was painted a deep blue color and had a badge on the right shoulder piece that said MSC in a sharp metallic plate. Cohembria was standing off to the side holding his blessed Imperial Blade that was gleaming with an aura of light

“Welcome,” came the deep voice of Cohembria. The acoustics in the room were very good and so this boomed around the whole room.

“What’s up?” came the unmistakable sound of Rekfoc followed by a “How are you?” that came from Uarfer. 

“Merlargarggg!”, Grunty exclaimed with an excited leap.

It took about 20 minutes to put the suit on Grunty, check the systems, and make the last few calibration checks on his weapon.

“How do you feel?” asked Rekfoc.

“Surprisingly good,” Grunty replied.

“OH YES THE INTERLINGUAL SYSTEMS ARE WORKING!!!” exclaimed Urarfer!

Cohembria walked over, “Grunty, I now promote you to the Murloc Special Corps of the Galactic army of Galdaria!” With a brief tap on each of the suits shoulder pads with the Imperial blade, Grunty was led down another hallway with the goblin and the gnome.

This time the hall opened up into this area with a bunch of wires and parts going everywhere. In the middle was what looked like an air ship being polished by some polisher robots.

“This is the new Time Jump Ship.” Rekfoc informed. “We have a secret mission for you. We need to test if it can survive time travel without destroying itself. The only way of doing this is to have something test it. It is designed to fit a MSC suit like the one you are wearing. Your suit has a tether on it that can pull you back to this certain time if something goes wrong with the jump process.

“Why not?” said Grunty, “I’ll do it!” 

“Thats the spirit!” said Urarfer. It took another 20 minuets to get Grunty all strapped into the Jump Machine. After he was given the rundown of the basic controls of the machine, everyone waved goodbye to him. Grunty was to be sent into the past to the year of 2009 where he was to land, reset to come back to this time zone, and pilot the ship back. Grunty had to press the glowing blue button on the front of his suit to activate the tether and be pulled back without the ship if the ship would happen to get destroyed in the process of time travel. Grunty was ready to go where no murloc had ever gone before: to the past!

Grunty pulled back on his joystick and the ship moved up into the air. He tapped the green button on the dashboard. A loud humming came from behind him as the rear thrusters fired up. All of a sudden, the ship shot backward with such a violent force that, despite all of his straps, Grunty was squished to the front windshield. Suddenly there was a loud CRACK, BANG, BOOM. Then the whole ship powered down.

Grunty awoke to being totally immobilized, stuck inside of the ship. A goblin was outside the ship knocking on it.

“HEY LITTLE GUY ARE YOU AWAKE!!!” the mysterious goblin kept knocking.

“Hang on, I’ll have you out in a second....” he proclaimed as he ran off. 

He returned seconds later with his little red tool box and started rummaging through it. He pulled out a hammer and continued to attempt to smash the glass on the front of the ship. After 24 good hits, the glass finally cracked open. 

“Hey little guy?” he said.

“Hey can you get me out of this contraption?” Grunty asked

“YOU CAN SPEAK?” the goblin jumped back. “Imagine the money I could make off you, a speaking murloc!”

“My name is Grunty,” Grunty said.

“Glad to meet you Grunty, I’m known as Fezzlik. I was on my way back from Blizzcon when I noticed this huge metal thing fly out of nowhere and nail this tree. I ran over to see what I could get outta it.”

“Help me out of here,” Grunty said.

“OK OK, hold on I’ll pull you out in a second.” Fezzlik said.

After 20 minutes of tinkering he had removed the dash of the ship and had unstrapped Grunty. Grunty climbed out and stretched himself. 

“WOA, WHERE’D YOU GET THOSE CLOTHES?” Fezzlik exclaimed!

Grunty continued to tell him about everything which reminded him about the tether. After telling Fezzlik about it and getting ready to go back, he pushed the button...

Nothing... He pushed it many more times. Still nothing. Fezzlik laughed, “The gnome probably designed that piece of garbage! No wonder it doesn't work! You can come live with me, I've got a beach house in the lost isles! Because you are from the future you could help me design all kinds of stuff to make me more rich!”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Grunty replied. “ By the way, where are we?”

“We are in Azeroth, in the Aneheim woodlands!” Fezzlik replyed. 

As they approached Fezzlik’s Mechano Hog, Grunty noticed a women goblin sitting in the sidecar of the bike.

“Who is the other goblin?” Grunty asked.

“Thats my wife, Shriza,” Fezzlik replied.

“OH HE’S SOO CUTE!” she exclamed as Fezzlik and Grunty walked over.

“He’s gonna come live with us and help us make more money!” Fezzlik replied.

As they were getting into the bike, they heard the crack of a branch, which sounded as though something had stepped on it. Just then a beastly looking worgen stepped from around the corner and let out a howl that would chill the bones of anyone.

“Grunty help me protect Shriza!” Fezzlik yelled

Fezzlik jumped out and grabbed his double daggers and went to attack the beast, Grunty took aim with his highly superior rifle and started firing at the worgen. The rifle shot in short bursts of about 5 shots, every 3 hitting the worgen. After yelping with pain, the worgen took off into the forest running on all fours.

“Great Shot Grunty!” Fezzlik exclaimed!

After agreeing to get out of there because you never know if the worgen has friends close by, they took off in the Mechano Hog toward Grunty’s new home in the lost isles.

Grunty now lives with Fezzlik and Shriza in Fezzlik’s beach house. Grunty could freely adjust to the new home because it was by water, and merlocs need water every once and a while. They ended up towing the Time Jump machine to Fezzliks garage and they are now trying to repair it so maybe one day Grunty will be able to rejoin the MSC...

*The names used in this story were purely made up by me for this story and were not intended to copy off anything in anyway. If they appear elsewhere it is a coincidence*(except for Grunty)

*PART 1

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in dragonblight. Kalmirea and myself where spending the afternoon renewing old friendships with Trapper Mau’i of the Kula’ak. Trapper spoke to the two of us in a whisper “I’d like you to bag up there pups and bring them back to me”. He was speaking of the Wolvar pups which lived in the camps to the north. Kalmirea and I spent many an afternoon fishing in the sun off the docks of Moa’ki harbor and because of this we felt it was our duty to comply with the request of our old friend. We took a few minutes to check our supplies and then mounted for our short journey to snowfall glade which was just to the north. As we rode up the snow covered path that lead to the first encampment I asked Kalmirea “Do you know how many pups we need to take”? Kalmirea replied “12 sounds like a nice round number”.

The Wolvar where no match for our prowess and we quickly rolled through encampment after encampment capturing the pups. “I have twelve” exclaimed Kalmirea! I quickly bagged up twelve as well and we began our trek back to Moa’ki.

“Trapper my friend, here are the pups you asked us to gather”! We handed him the collection sacks full of Wolvar pups. Trapper was very pleased as he reached into the sacks and carefully played with the tiny Wolvar pups. Suddenly Trapper’s expression became very puzzled. “What is this” he asked as he reached deep into one of the sacks? As his hand arose from the burlap sack we gazed upon a tiny blue murloc. “A Murloc” said Kalmirea “a tiny little Murloc”. I shrugged my shoulders as I reached for the little guy. He quickly jumped into my hand and said “grrldaddygur”… It must have been my elven blue tint and my purple hair. I looked at Kalmirea “What do we do”? “You tell me daddy” Kalmirea said with a giggle….We immediately requested a conference with the Kula’ak leaders. Many a question was asked. Where did he come from? Where is his tribe? No resolutions came! Finally we spoke of the future. “What do we do with him”? It was decided that Kalmirea and I would visit the orphanage in Dalaran and place this little one in there care!

We said our goodbye’s and headed to over to speak with Kula’ak flight master about a flight home. After a moment of chit chat we boarded our griffins and began the long flight home. During the flight this little murloc climbed about the griffin with no fear. From head to tail he frolicked and laughed. It was early evening by now and the lights of Dalaran flickered in the distance. “Kal” I said. “What do you think about us keeping him and raising him as our own”? “Do you think that is a good idea” she asked? “Why not, we have done our share of adventuring and maybe this adventure will pose a never before seen challenge”. As we landed at Krasus’ landing Kal stopped and looked back at me. “Alright let’s do it” she said with a smile. I scooped up the little guy and off to our home, A Hero’s Welcome we went.

The next morning we awoke early. The excitement of a new member in our family brought a new found joy to the morning. Kalmirea and I gathered our gear and decided we would show our new child the city of Dalaran. “Ummm, Shawntaclair” Kal said in a quizzical voice. “What do we call the little guy”? “Hmmmm I don’t quit know. Sam, Steve, Tom. I guess we will have to think on it”. We slowly walked out of the inn. “Where to” Kal asked. “What better place to take a kid on his first trip to the city than Jepetto’s place” I said. So off to the toy store we walked.

**PART 2

As we entered the toy store our little murloc’s eyes gleamed with excitement. He stood entranced in front of the toy train that went round a track in the middle of the floor. “Hello my friends” said Jepetto. “And who might this little guy be”? “Jepetto, this is our new child” I said. Jepetto quickly gathered up some of his inventions and began showing the tiny murloc how they worked. “This is a heavy copper racer” Jepetto said as it raced across the floor. “This is my newest toy the wind up train wrecker” Jepetto stated as the oversized robot smashed the toy train. “Gurglelaughgurgle” laughed our murloc child. “Well off to see the other sites of Dalaran” Kalmirea said as she headed toward the door. “See you later” I said as I scooped up our baby and followed Kalmirea. “Goodbye and enjoy the day” said Jepetto!

We spent most of the morning wondering from shop to shop showing our new child what Dalaran had to offer. “This is Applebough she sells fruit” I said as I handed him some tundra berries. “GRNT” he replied… “And this is Dagna, best gunsmith in Azeroth”! “GRNT” he replied… “Let’s name him Grunty, Kalmirea said! All he does is grunt at everyone, every since we left the toy store”. “I was thinking more along the lines of Shawntaclair jr., but Grunty is a great nickname” I said. So after showing Grunty all the sights of Dalaran we headed back to the Hero’s Welcome to get some rest.

The next few months Grunty was in tow no matter where we went or what we where doing. Many afternoons where spent fishing Glacial Salmon from the rivers of Grizzly Hills or shooting Rhino in Sholazar Basin, all the while telling Grunty about the great adventures of our youth. “Dad, tell me about the Lich King again”…. “Mom, tell me about the time in Stranglethorn Vale with the big tiger”… All Grunty ever talked about was how when he got big, like us, he was going to make a name for himself as an adventurer.

One afternoon in early August I told Grunty I needed to make a trip to Iron forge to speak to my Gnomish engineering trainer Tinkermaster Overspark. He immediately asked “Can I come”? “Sure you can. Hope in my sidecar” I replied. We headed to the portal and to Iron Forge we went. We headed straight to tinker town so I could conclude my training. “Dad, these people are all my size”! “That on has a gun”! “I want my own gun”! “Can I have a gun”? Against my better judgment and knowing that Kalmirea would not approve, I asked Trixie an engineer friend of mine to make a small gun and some ammo for the boy. I then went into the heart of the city where I found Bengus a blacksmith and requested he make a set of extra small cobalt armor for my boy to wear as he begins to learn to hunt on his own. When we returned to Dalaran I surprised Grunty with his new gear. “Awesome” he exclaimed! For the next week he did not take off the gear I gave him. Day or night, rain or shine he was running around Dalaran terrorizing the raiders by firing his tiny gun into the air and yelling “Bring on the Lich King”!

One Thursday morning Grunty came to me and asked “Dad, who is the Prince of Darkness”? “I have no idea” I answered. “Hmmm he sounds evil” Grunty replied. “Why do you ask, son” I said? “Don’t know just saw his name in the Daily today” Said Grunty.

“Oh alright! Hey son, have fun today but don’t forget we have to head to Grizzly Hills on our fishing expedition early in the morning so you need your rest tonight”.

***PART 3

The next morning I awoke early and gathered my things. I went in to get Grunty up for our fishing trip and to my surprise he was not in his bed. There was however, in his stay a note attached to the bedpost.

Mom and Dad,

It is time I make you proud. I am off to Anaheim to slay the “Prince of Darkness” not real sure who he is but from what I read in the Azeroth daily he will be taking a crazy train to a battleground called Blizzcon on August 21st. It says he is a rock god so I will use track elementals like Dad taught me. I changed my socks and have all my gear is polished so it should be an easy battle for me. After I slay this mean guy I will come home and be a great Night elf like Dad.

Love you,

Shawntaclair Jr. aka Grunty

Panic ran through my veins. I ran from store to store, person to person “HOW DO I GET TO ANAHEIM”? No one knew…No one…….

Kalmirea and I spent the whole day in the hidden chamber of the Kirin Tor crying. We wondered where, why, how?????? That evening a dear friend of ours Tilung brought word that our beloved son had been found. “Read this” he said as he handed me the Azeroth Daily. The article spoke of a young murloc who was found in the woods just outside of Anaheim by some Goblins and Worgen. They described him as a young space marine but I knew it was Grunty. It was true he had been found! Now to find some nice Curse staff members to read this story and port him back to me…..