A Bada-Bing Quickie: Kolkar Aggression

There were five of them there. A troll sat, melded into the shadows, observing the small patch of lush jungle in front of him. “And probably more even farther in…” The troll stood and moved closer. Around a camp inside the jungle stood centaurs, armed with bows, swords, and what he had observed to be magic as well. “Damned Kolkars… they should be enough for now though” he said to himself. Still nigh invisible, he quickly slipped behind one of the casters. He carefully drew his swords, and stabbed the Kolkar in the back, killing her instantly. His position revealed, he quickly removed the sword, and dashed towards another. An arrow grazed him on his shoulder, as he ran. He ignored it, and headed for the origin. The Kolkar barely had the time to draw his sword and block a strike from the troll’s primary handed sword. He fell victim, however, to a sharp swipe across his abdomen.

The troll jumped back, and quickly began to plan his next attack. He was interrupted however, by a sharp jolt of pain in his chest as a bolt of lighting hit him. He was thrown backwards, winded and stunned. Another of the Kolkars saw fit to attempt to end him there with another blast. The troll saw her in mid-cast however, and delivered a quick kick to her jaw, causing her to lose focus. He took the advantage, and stabbed her in the chest. He withdrew his sword, and quickly rebounded to another caster, carving her up before the spell was cast. The final survivor however, saw this as a good chance to attack. The arrow hit the troll in the back, perfectly. He cursed loudly, and hid behind a tent. “Argh… piece of shit.” He pulled the arrow out with a muffled groan. Seeing the corpse of a fallen Kolkar, he grabbed his bow, and readied the arrow. He quickly stepped out, dodging another arrow, and pulled back on the bow. He let go, and the arrow flew into the Kolkar’s hand, causing him to drop the bow. The troll then charged, and slew him.

He walked over to each of their bodies, and slipped off a few rather torn looking bracers. He stuffed them in his pack, and turned away. “This will be all the proof Deathgate needs.” He began to walk on the path to the east until he reached a small building. Surrounding it were several burning piles of rubble. Reminders of the Kolkar menace. Regthar Deathgate, a middle-aged looking Orc stuck his head out the clearing between the walls and roof. “Hey, Iota! Did you do them in?” Iota hurried up the steps to greet Regthar. He nodded and handed him the bracers. “No problem whatsoever.”

“I knew you would be fine! Here’s what you asked for!” He gestured to a bag of money and mace sitting on a table beside him. He grabbed the money, and mace, and said to himself, “She should be able to make some use of this. I need her to stay alive.” He stuffed them both in his pack, and waved to Regthar. “See you later!”

“Wait, a second, Iota!”

Iota turned around so see Regthar looking out to the forestland he was previously in. “The centaurs have plagued the Taurens for years. And recently, the Kolkar centaurs of the Barrens have grown into a threat for us as well, as you’ve seen. Normally they were disorganized in these lands, but new leaders have risen among them, rallying them. To preserve our holdings here, these centaur leaders must be destroyed…

Bring me the head of Barak Kodobane. He camps near the Forgotten Pools to the north.”

Iota nodded, and said, ‘I’ll look into it Regthar.” He then walked outside, and headed for the forgotten pools.

Nick looked at the clock beside him on his desk. “Agh… 3:00 AM.” He yawned deeply, and logged out of World of Warcraft, and turned off his computer, making a note to remember to give Duck that mace he got for the Kolkar quest.