The Misadventures of Mezzick
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,734
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Setting Sun
To’al was too young to remember much about the Centaur wars, he was born just as Thunderbluff was being established and was raised from there. His earliest memories were on a caravan being chased by Centaurs just as they approached Muglore to join the new Tauren settlement. His parents regaled him with fresh nightmares of Centaur cruelty. The Centaur were nomadic but prospered off of the Tauren insight and planning. Following in the shadows seeking shelter from the changing weather, and when possible raiding the camps for more provisions.
And with all the guts he could muster To’al calmed his breath and looked at his captors in the eyes. “You should know by now that attacking me means you are attacking the entire Horde!”
The Centaur spat, “the horde does not control this land, it may have guards and roads, but they cannot help you here.” The Centaur took the poker and waved it near To’al’s gigantic genitals, “Orrr here,” he said with a smirk.
Mezzick sat in what was left of the coachmen’s seat. Murtock and Tumack were in back pushing the wagon. As they neared the mountain they could hear the sick squeal of delight and the agonizing roar of pain. His heart dropped as he leapt into the back and hushed the two Orcs. He signed that Tumack scout ahead. Hiding during the day is always harder, but with the now setting sun, the long shadows would greatly aid in his mission.
With quick work Tumack, was back in his armor and set out. Mezzick offered to help fasten Murtock’s plate bindings, as it could take a while to do on his own. He threw on the chest guard and left it swinging for Mezzick to finish. Mezzick reached up and pulled it close, as he neared the Orc lifted his arm unveiling his rancid pit. Sweating all day had given it a completely intoxicating smell. Mezzick at first noticed the foul stench but after the initial waft, he drank it in reveling in the earthy smells of fresh sweat. He contained his lust and kept fastening this and that.
“We must go now.” Whispered Tumack just over Mezzick’s ears causing the little one to jump. Placing a soothing ward on himself Mezzick took in a deep breath and steped into the shadows. Murtock checked a few more fastenings before placing his axe reverently between his two hands. With his armor he knew to stay a few feet behind, it was loud but functional.
To’al was heaving heavy breaths, each looked more and more painful. Rounding the camp, they saw the reason. He was being tortured with hot pokers, they mutilated his inner thighs and were slowly working up chest, carving a hole layer by layer to the heart. The cauterization from the white steel was probably the only thing keeping him alive.
Tumack sprinted ahead, silent as a ghost. Mezzick restrained from following, instead with a solemn vow he planned to stop any more pain from happening to his friends. A small burst of light erupted from his chest as all four gained a boost in fortitude. He openly wept for To’al’s wounds as he began to cast.
Silently the Tumack crept into the tents knocking out or silencing any shamans he could find. As the main torturer put on his sick grin he surged the poker into a sudden barrier of light! Pushing himself back from the force of the strike he almost regained his balance before Murtock charged in with his great axe, throwing him over. Tumack Burst from the shadows crippling one of the guards and starting for the other. Mezzick did all that he could from affar for To’al and began to join in the fray, calling down mighty swaths of light to smite the wicked ones.
Tumack had missed a couple of the resting Centaurs, who now joined the fight, using bow and arrows to gain the upper hand. Mezzick could only shield his companions, but could do nothing to stop the onslaught of arrows. Tumack fled for cover, being chased by a half dead Centaur. Murtock took an arrow to the shoulder and ignored it. He cleaved the torturer, and landed into Tumack’s old prey, he then sprinted faster than they arrows could fall to the few remaining Centaurs. Mezzic ran into the ring now, hoping to assist To’al but Murtock’s brash charge demanded Mezzick’s intervention. He ran past the gentle Tauren and came to Murtock’s aid, filling his open gashes with restorative magics healing him instantly.
Tumack, once again, appeared out of no where-- and the penultimate Centaur fell to its knees, with a sword lodged in its back. The last one reared and kicked wildly forcing all three to take a step back, as she turned and sprinted away. Mezzick cried out, “There is no escape from what you’ve done!” And as he finished, the righteous fire in his heart erupted out and she was struck down under a pillar of holy flame.
The two Orcs stood in disbelief, realizing Mezzick was not strictly a healer. He however quickly turned heel and ran to To’al. As he arrived he cursed at his short stature realizing he couldn’t reach the rope to untie the poor soul, instead he rushed to the front and began to channel beams of warm soothing light into the Tauren restoring his legs somewhat. In the middle of his cast, The figure fell down onto the shoulder's of Murtock. Tumack finished severing the ropes and they helped lay down the huge figure. At roughly 700 lbs the Tauren did not rest on the ground so much as collapse on it. Mezzick pushed his arm out of the way and began working on the chest wound, but try as he might it did not fill. He panicked, “Get me some water!” the two Orcs quickly ran to the oasis
“Something, anything, PLEASE save him.” Mezzick chanted to himself the most holy words he knew. To’al’s breaths became shallower with each pull. Mezzick could feel the huge heart slow down, he jumped up and straddled the leviathan and started pounding the chest, “Don’t you dare!” Tears fell from his eyes as he cried into the twilight.
Tumack with deft hands began the slide his bucket over and massage he throat. He was told this was the way to help poison a victim while asleep, but he never thought he would ever be helping to save a life. Murtock was much less prepared as he tripped and spilled watter on all three. Mezzick threw himself onto the chest and began to sob, inadvertently drinking some of the water.
Suddenly, he felt better, no-- he felt good, great even. He looked at the mostly empty bucket still in Murtock’s hand and gestured for it. Murtock brought it over wondering why a drink of water was so important. Mezzick gulped it down hungrily and placed both hands over the hole. A blinding light burst from the spot, as To’al shot awake!
“HHHHHHRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!” He gasped fully throwing poor Mezzick off. He landed between the gigantic legs of the Tauren and without a moment to spare jumped up and spread his arms on the massive chest. The Tauren bewildered took the embrace hugging back as best he could, wincing at the pain in the thinly covered crater in his chest.