[color=00a651][center][h2]"Cuz when dem gits get lookin at ye, da real rucka' beginz."[/h2][/center][/color]

[i]In the town was a great mess off monsters all doing their shit daily. It wasn't a nice town, but it was a town nevertheless. Not like you can expect much from towns made by orcs and other dum gits. But these monsters still decided to live in an orderly fashion, and imitate the life of da humans and spikies. That makes em nuthin more than them, without the spiky's scruffy hair. Their natural ways thrown away for things like shops and public services. Laughable gits.
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In the middle of the town, two figures caused a ruckus. The main road was clogged with monsters from all species, and had a hard time going anywhere in the sea of people, expect two individuals. Nobody dared to stand in Woggha's way, and they pushed the others around not bo crushed by the giant armored beast. Some stopped to inspect him, whislt others started pointing at his rider. And there were those who were swearing at them for being rude ***** and going throught town like they own the place. Grox looked down at the miserable scum, and occasionaly threw back a rock at some rude gits. They usually got knocked out at an instant. He didn't come here to listen to monsters whining. If it was up to him he would have ignored the whole town, or let Woggha loose in it, but that was not the case. Woggha's armor needed fixin and patchin, and this was the only place within a week's travel that had a respectable blacksmith. It's a wonder why some monsters capture dwarfs and make em work, instead of killing them on spot. A good orc sword is worth more than a human army. 

The crowd began spreading out as the dou reached the town square. Grox signaled Woggha to stop, and stood up to look around. He was above most buidlings, and he could clearly see the town. From up above it didn't seem all that big, but it was quite the settlement on foot. He snored, and spit down at the floor level, hitting a swearing gnoll on the way. He shadowed his eyes with his hands to see better in the broad daylight, and looked around once more at the square. Behind a group of trolls he could make out an anvil symbol. [color=00a651]"Zogin gits in da way. Dem betta get movin hella fast!"[/color] He pulled woggha's leash and controlled the giant beast to make it's way towards the blacksmith. The people around jump in shock as the tower of flesh began moving again, and some smaller gobbos went screaming out of the way so they won't get crushed. it was only a few steps before the Wpggha suddenly started looking around as if something happened to him, and acted in a weird way. He was turning all directions, scaring the living shit out of everyone in the square, they tought the beast went beserk, and most of the smaller species ran away. Orks, trolls, and even some gnolls laughed at their fleeing bretheren, and continued to do their daily chores while making jokes about the puny gits. But Grox wasn't happy at all, he was trying his hardest to stop Woggha. [color=00a651]"Oi, oi! Wat is up wiv ye? Get ya mood down ye git. Oi![/color]" Grox pulled Woggha's leash hard with both hands, and slowed down the confused Woggha. It took a few seconds for him to calm down but it hapenned eventually. Thought he was still confused, he was only looking around suspiciously, but stopped raging around. Grox was about to say something mean again, but he was interrupted by a booming voice.

[i]"For those who shall hear me, listen to what I say! I request your help! Aid me in my quest and you shall be greatly rewarded for your time. There is little I don't have. There is little I can't obtain. Aid me and whatever you can desire shall be yours!"
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He looked down at Woggha who was now looking in one general direction. A tall tower in the middle of town with many small outcrops. A real wizard's tower for ya. [color=00a651]"Did ya her' dat too Woggha? Sum magik git havin fun."[/color] Woggha let out a laughter that shook his body when he heard this comment. Quaggoth's had a weird sense of humor that Grox never got around to learn. Not that he was interested in Quaggoth show business either. He looked at the blacksmith, but after seeing that almost all the trolls were still there, he decided it was worth inspecting this voice. It was better than waiting around for sure. [color=00a651]"Nuff sad, get goin ye fat git."[/color] Grox pulled Woggha's leash and the big beast began walking towards the tower throught the now sparsly populated square. Grox could still hear Woggha's silent laughter at his last comment. He'll never understand Quaggoth humour for sure.