Role

Chapter 16

Sitting in a pile of her own feces in the Orc Village, Pleebert took a moment
to let her mind wander. Considering the things in her past, she let her mind
become filled with images of how she escaped the Gnomes that had been using
her as an experiment so long ago.

*The sounds, echoing and soft, slowly gain in strength until the image
becomes entirely clear*
Pleebert, placed back in her cell once again, had been tortured on a daily
basis. She was given diseases, zapped, read upon - Anything you can think of.
While these tortures were thrown upon her in mass, she kept her mind alive by
furnishing an inner explosive rage. This fury was the only thing that kept
her body from giving out on her. From these tortures, her body had gained
scars over almost every inch of her skin. She had been given diseases so many
times that they hardly had an effect on her anymore.

Having been in her cell for about a week, licking at the bones of rats for
sustenance, she was startled when she heard a noise at her door. Looking up,
she saw the obnoxious face of a young Gnome transmuter. "HELLO ORCY!" he said
"Aren't you looking stupid today! If only you weren't so dumb, maybe we could
teach you some-". Before the Gnome could finish his sentence, Pleebert's
fist slammed through the metal and magically enchanted door and punched
directly through the Gnome's chest cavity, sending a fine spray of bloody
mist onto the wall behind the Gnome. He gurgled on bloody as he fell back,
landing in a pool of his own entrails.

Pleebert stood and bashed the door down, grinning as her body continued to
move forward, fueled only by her hatred and fury. As she moved down the hall,
still naked, a small Gnome with a polearm confronted her. "How did you get
out of your cage, you stupid Orc!" He yelled, charging Pleebert with his
weapon pointed towards her. She let the tip of the polearm stab into her gut
as the Gnome pushed forward. She didn't flinch, and in fact stared at the
Gnome without blinking once. The Gnome looked up with a faulty confidence,
thinking that he had killed his opponent as he hit his target, or had at
least injured her so that she was stunned and more easily killed with a
second blow. Glancing upward, all he saw was Pleebert's enormous and scarred
face grinning down at him.

das more like it! HURT ME MORE, maggot!"Pleebert, having screamed at
the gnome's face and coated it with a thick and slobbery spit, grabbed the
polearm that she was impaled on and continued to shove it through her body,
forcing the Gnome closer and closer to her.
He didn't attempt to flee, as he was transfixed with the horror that Pleebert
was allowing herself to be injured to achieve a greater purpose. The Gnome's
face froze when he realized that Pleebert's purpose was his own death, but
there was no time to react. Pleebert's fist pulverized the Gnome's nose,
shoving it into his brain and certain death.