Sitting at his desk, he heard a tapping at the window. Brandon looked out the window and waved to his buddies. He then shook his head as they called out to him."Oouga! Come on out and toss some!"
"I can't," Brandon, nicknamed Oouga for his war cry on the field, called back. "I'm researching the definitive history of pockets!"
Looking confused or amused among them, his friends cajolled and catcalled until they finally gave up.
Finally, left to cruise the internet on his new computer, Oouga turned back to his desk. Clicking the mouse, tapping the keys, he just basically surfed over sites he wouldn't have normally had any interest in. Finally, one came up wiht a cool picture of a cave and eyeballs. "Cave of Tiamat, huh? Let's see what kind of site this is..." he clicked the mouse...
...And felt a wrenching pull, hard enough to yank him from his chair and across his room. It didn't stop there, however, for he wound up being pulled out of his room, across the vast sky, and into an unfamiliar world of hurt.
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Shaking his head, Oouga crouched down lower. He didn't need to cloud his thoughts with images of how he'd wound up in this crazy place. He certainly didn't want to think back on the two month's he'd been enslaved in those hellish fighting pits. Hell, he didn't even want to ponder just why he'd been sent through some freaky portal in space and time to wind up in a backwater country covered in brown fur with bear ears. He just wanted to concentrate on his escape.
No one seemed to be following him, which was good. The last time he'd tried an escape, he'd wound up covered in some sort of acid that had not only taken off all that crazy fur, but had taken off most his skin as well. He could still feel the pain, in his memories, and shook his head to clear it once more.
Noise?
<< volunteer in helping to ferry the Elven Ambassador. >>>Well, he certainly could do worse than a female who spoke common tongue. And, if all else failed, he could rely on his rather odd Flind Gnoll looks... that's what he found out he'd been turned into. He'd given up long ago on the hopes that this was a crazy dream.
Stepping around the bend, he was surprised to see that the female attached to the voice was not alone. Perhaps he should have registered her words, before presenting himself. Now, if he could manage to wrap his Flind tongue around that common tongue, he may either beable to find allies... or scare enemies away. What came out when he opened his mouth, however, was not what he intended.
"Oouga!"
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((Hope I didn't rain on the parade... if I did, slap me and ignore this posting. I figured he could help lift the ambassador.))
