User:Bog

In the Name of Bog
A diminutive figure lay awkwardly in a clump of the sparse vegetation marking the Sludge Fen, half-sunken in the mire. Its clothes tattered and sodden, the erratic compressions of its breathing raised its chest to just above the level of the swamp, then below again. The mist of its breath mingled with that of the marshy pit surrounding the pathetic figure. Refracting light from the rosy dawn appearing over the horizon illuminated a rough-looking young dwarf, his face nearly masked in slime and blood. He did not appear to be bleeding still, but his face contorted with every laboured breath he took in his painful slumber.

A sharp voice penetrated the haze of unconsciousness clogging his brain. He froze, eyes instantly widening in panic.

“No more! I can’t take this cursed BOG for one more cursed minute! If there’s a Hell waiting beyond this Dark Portal thingummy it can’t be too much worse than slogging after Tinkerer Sniggles’ whims!”

The plaintive whine had issued from a wizened Goblin, only just visible in the mist. His cohort, a solid Human, didn’t offer his opinion, choosing instead to worry at an elusive vermin nesting in his bristly hair. The young Dwarf didn’t know what a Dark Portal was, but he knew what Hell was. He also knew what a Tinkerer Sniggles was, for it was he who had shown him Hell. He knew what these men were doing out in the muck. The man continued, “It’s not like the Venture Co. cares for our health, us mucking about in this sludge doing I-don’t-even-know-what, truly; I may as well be dead for all they care. What’s the difference to them whether I just stop working because I’m gone or if this Bog of Hell claims my bones like I always say it will?”

This time the Human responded. “Venture Co. doesn’t like to leave loose ends, that’s why we’re out here, remember? You go off-site for too long, they’ll send somebody around to tie your loose end in a hurry.” The man laughed abruptly, the sound as cold as his eyes, “I’ll bet you a month’s pay they’d send me after you, my Goblin friend! And like as not some other of your kind along with me, your eldest maybe, one of your uncles or cousins even.”

The Goblin’s golden eyelids slitted, his wrinkled face suddenly appearing less aged as he eyed his compatriot’s profile shrewdly. His chance to respond passed as he walked into one of the many sinkholes marring the Fen, his entire form submerged in the murky silt. His cohort moved on, oblivious until the ripples of the smaller man’s passing through the filmy surface of the water reached him. He turned in time to observe the man’s last digit recede beneath the surface.

The Dwarf had already pieced together the recent events leading him to reside in his current supine position. These men had been sent by the greedy little Venture Co. foreman responsible for killing his parents, and whom had ordered an accident for him as well. The panic had left his eyes, and he was suddenly all too aware of the blade he had appropriated from his would-be executioner. By now, thoughts of his dead parents had turned his blood to vitriol.

The Human had now turned to his comrade, and had pulled him from the depths, spluttering, “I told you this Hellbog means to murder me!” He plopped himself down on a clump of grass and started to wipe the grime away with handfuls of the vegetation. As he looked up between the other man’s legs he witnessed a dreadful apparition rise from nearby, its features a dreadful mix of fury and pain. “A demon is upon us! The Hellbog has manifested itself to come slay me in person!”

The Human turned swiftly, only just in time to catch the blade hurled by the young Hunter directly in the throat. He crossed his eyes in an aborted effort to see the blade protruding from beneath his chin, and toppled into the water.

“I am the Bog, come to seek justice!” yelled the Dwarf, in a rumbly baritone. The Goblin shrieked and fled, out of the Fen and off into the distance, turning his back only moments before the Hunter himself collapsed again.

“Ha ha,” the boy chuckled weakly, “I am the Bog…”

Fatigue overpowered him, and day became night. The dawn brought new light and new purpose. “I am Bog, come to seek justice.”

Current,

 * Level: 70
 * Spec: Survival/Utility
 * [8/11/42] (RP/PVP)
 * [0/24/37] (CC-PVP)
 * [0/20/41] (BG-PVP)
 * [0/21/40] (Instance)
 * [0/20/41] (Heroic)
 * [0/20/41] (Raid)
 * Guild: The Sentinels
 * Gameplay priority:
 * 1) Guild
 * 2) PVP
 * 3) Solo
 * 4) Group
 * 5) Instance/Heroic
 * 6) Raid